JUNE THIRD
"How are you doing?" Bitsko asked Duncan as I joined the five of them at the poolside dining table.
"I don't know," Duncan replied, and I took a seat beside him. He smiled, pulling me into his arm, and his comforting scent enveloped me.
"But you're not hurting?" I asked, a hint of worry in my voice.
He shook his head and sighed. "It's not that."
"What is it then?" I probed gently.
"I have to tell you something," he started.
"Okay, but before you do, I want to share something too."
His eyes squinted as he turned to face me better.
"Melissa tried to kidnap me. She was the one who had Grace shot, but I was taken away by—"
"Your mother!" He finished my sentence before I could.
"How did you know?" I blinked at him.
"What?" Bitsko exclaimed.
"I thought she didn't have any
