life that no one could explain.
Now the answer was kneeling before her.
Eleanor was crying openly.
“The accident…” she said. “We were told nobody survived. We buried an empty coffin and mourned you for thirty years.”
Richard looked at Elena as though he feared she might disappear again.
“I spent ten years searching for you,” he whispered. “Private investigators. Police. Hospitals. I never stopped hoping.”
Julian’s expression changed almost immediately.
The embarrassment disappeared.
Something much uglier replaced it.
Greed.
“Baby!” he exclaimed, reaching for Elena. “I always knew there