She thought back to the look she'd exchanged with Annabelle Linton.
Leona Grant had clearly seen the joy and eagerness in her eyes.
Annabelle Linton was usually such a cold person, yet the heavy, repressed emotion in her limpid eyes was impossible to conceal.
Her gaze was no longer cold and distant, no longer ethereal. It finally held a fiery warmth.
A faint pang of unease pricked at Leona Grant's heart.
An overwhelming sense of foreboding washed over her.
She didn't know why.
For some reason, she felt her life would never be this peaceful again.
It was as if something important was about to slip away from her, and also as if something was about to threaten her.
It was a confusing mix of emotions, but she couldn't put her finger on why.
...
Annabelle Linton stood at the airport arrivals gate, her eyes scanning crowd after crowd of people, searching for Aaron Wyatt. She couldn't contain her excitement.
'Aaron Wyatt, Aaron Wyatt...'
