"Gemma!" Clayton Winters reached for Gemma Montague, trying to grab her hand.
He knew he was a step too late. She had made one wrong move after another, just as he'd feared. After returning home to the Winters family, the look in her eyes had haunted him. It wasn't until this very moment that he recognized it as the gaze of the woman he had lived with for over twenty years. A face could be changed, but the eyes were unmistakable.
He never imagined the woman who had disappeared for so long would actually return. And, just as before, she was stubbornly determined to leap into the abyss.
Staring at the man's large, blood-stained hand, Gemma Montague remained kneeling on the floor in a daze, making no move to take it.
Hearing the name his father kept murmuring, Sidney Winters instantly pieced something together. He stared at Gemma Montague in disbelief, his voice hoarse. "You… you're…"
