One moment, he was standing beneath the chapel’s glittering chandeliers with six hundred stunned guests staring at him, and the next, he was tearing through the grand wooden doors into the storm, Lucas’s tiny hand locked inside his.
Rain struck his face like shards of glass.
“Where?” Daniel demanded, breath ragged.Rain struck his face like shards of glass.
“Where?” Daniel demanded, breath ragged.
Lucas pointed across the circular driveway.
A black car sat beneath the bent branches of an old oak tree, its headlights dim, its windows blurred by rain.
Daniel’s heart stopped.
Inside the back seat, barely visible through the misted glass, was a woman leaning against the door.
Too still.
Too pale.
“Elena,” Daniel whispered.
Then he ran harder.
Lucas stumbled beside him, but Daniel lifted the boy into his arms without slowing. His expensive wedding shoes splashed through puddles. His tuxedo clung to his shoulders. Behind him, voices erupted from the chapel, but none of them mattered.
