The Face of My Nightmare

Isabella’s POV

“A body. In the river. Wrapped in plastic. In the river not far from his estate. They’re saying it’s her.”

The words hung in the air like smoke, choking everyone.

“No,” I whispered, my hand slipping from Damien’s. “No, no, no…tell me you’re joking.”

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