Luna Warner nodded in delight. This was exactly what she had been waiting for. With Zola Morgan missing, she needed to get her hands on the boy so she could use him.
At the same time, she would make Vera Warner pay for what she'd done.
How could she let Vera Warner—the woman who had completely stolen her spotlight and embarrassed her at the banquet—get off easy?
While she was tearfully begging Henry Stone to help find the child, she was also running off to find Gordon Morgan.
It was dinnertime, but Luna Warner came rushing in, beads of sweat on her forehead suggesting she had run the whole way. The old couple at the table immediately grew tense.
"Luna, what's wrong? What's happened to put you in such a panic?"
Luna Warner's face was a mask of anxiety, yet she affected a conflicted, troubled expression. She would open her mouth to speak, only to fall silent again. Her hesitation was driving the old couple mad.
