eyes. The ceiling was a sterile white, the beeping of a machine a steady rhythm

he partially open door of her room, she could he

e nurse said. "They haven't left Miss Kent's

as missing, is in that room," another vo

is Alanna Robertson. She's the real he

itter comfort. Her identity

ross the hall, in a private luxury suite, she saw them. Cameron and Anderson were flanking

," Bailey whimpered,

e. Be a good girl." He coaxed the pill into her mouth and held a glass of water for her, as if she were a precious child.

across the hall. The mask of fragility dropped for a split second, rep

their love been so shallow, so easily transferred to the next a

mple silver oval. It was the only thing from her old life that her captors hadn't taken. Her only anchor. She

and Anderson visited only once. They stood awk

fice," Anderson said, his tone

without an

A photo of a lavishly decorated ballroom. The caption read: "So touched that Cameron and Anderson are th

ty. Of

y, a thick blanket of things unsaid. She remembered a time when any silence between them would have been filled with her playf

olding a party tonight," he said, his voice soft but unyielding. "

view mirror. "And I'm going t

cree. A gift he was bestowing upo

hiding the mockery in h

t need hi

nd the stage played a slideshow. It was a montage of the last four years. Photos of Cameron and Anderson at charity events, on business trips, on holidays. And in every single p

t her own welcome-home party. The center of attention was Bailey,

of the guests

bertson? She doesn't lo

ace about her. She and Camero

t. I wonder what really happened to he

her. She couldn't bear it. She turned and fled, h

-floor landing, she heard

u let her escape? I t

back to Alanna, her voice stripped of a

ncompetence! Now she' s back, filling Came

have them wrapped around my finger. And the cops won't do anythin

uth to stifle a gasp. The village. That

turning cold and cruel. "I'll find a way t

rk on her face. The smirk vanished when sh

the mask of innocence Bailey wore so well finally sh

d you have to come back? You had everything! The money, the

low. Her fingertips dug into her palms, the sharp pain gro

ind singular and focused. She had to get away. She had t

chains if it was the l