Fabian had just returned to Gina's hospital room when someone showed up to report: the road through the mountains had opened. The very next day, the Jackson family sent someone to bring Gina back.
Fabian was clearly in a bad mood the whole ride. Gina, holding the baby, looked at him worriedly. "Fabian, what's wrong?"
He'd been acting cold ever since she woke up—distant, like he wasn't really there.
Fabian didn't reply. Truth was, he didn't know what was up with himself either. That scene from yesterday kept replaying in his head, and every time it did, his temples throbbed.
Was Evelyn really gone?
That thought spun in his mind over and over, and it hurt—badly.
"Fabian," Gina said again, noticing his clenched jaw and drawn brows. She sounded genuinely concerned.
Fabia
