Taking a deep breath, Rachel stopped struggling and forced herself to calm down.
"The person who saved you is Holly, isn't it? Mr. Vincent, I assume you already figured that out yourself. Isn't it a bit funny that you're now asking me this question?"
Her words hit him like a bucket of cold water, draining the color from his face.
"Garrett Vincent, don't you think your guess is kind of ridiculous? If Holly were here and she heard you asking me those questions, how do you think she would feel?" she pressed on.
Garrett's crimson eyes locked onto her. Yes, all the information he had ever gathered pointed to Holly.
Every clue said she was the one he had been searching for. But then… why did he still feel like the woman standing in front of him was the answer?
Was it her face?
Or the stubborn fire he sometimes caught in her eyes?
That stubbornness, even when crushed by the world. That yearning, that fight for so-called justice… it was too similar!
