Arabella Donovan watched the scene, a sting in her nose.
Before she could shake off the inexplicable wave of emotion and sorrow, the little one suddenly turned to look at her. Its large, distinct eyes began to glow faintly, like tiny stars in the night sky.
A moment later, a flash of light shot into her forehead. A series of memories, not her own, flickered past like a slideshow, giving Arabella Donovan a deeper understanding of the hidden truths behind the affair.
'So that's what happened!'
Dennis Donovan and Guinevere Preston, still hiding in the back room and not daring to come out: "?!!" 'What has she figured out now? Spit it out and let us hear it!'
As if sensing something, Ms. Cain touched her forehead. "Is he gone?"
"He is. But he said a proper goodbye before he left."
Ms. Cain pursed her lips, but just as she was about to speak, Mr. Lewis's phone rang. Their expressions soured the moment they saw the caller ID.
