GABRIELLE’S POV
We drove out of town and into a quiet area. I tried to start a conversation but he barely responded.
After a few more tries, I gave up.
Forty five minutes later, he stopped the car in front of a small cemetery.
My chest sank.
“Why are we here?” I asked quietly.
He opened the door. “You wanted to know who the clothes belonged to.”
I got out slowly.
The wind was still and the air, heavy. Damon walked ahead, and I followed behind him until he stopped before a grave.
The name on the marble stone made my throat tighten.
ALESSIA GRAVARI.
The date showed she had been gone for three years.
I turned to him. “She was your wife?”
His eyes didn’t leave the grave. “My sister.”
I blinked. “Your sister?”
“Do you have a problem with your hearing?” he asked, facing me now.
