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    She hade with this decision weighing on her. “I want to send Elissa away.”


    “Send her away again?” Neville frowned. “She’s been home for only a few days. Leaving now won’t help her. She needs her family.”


    “I know.” Savannah pressed her hands together. “That’s why I need your help.”


    “Whatever you need,” Neville said. “Tell me.”


    Ernest hadn’t slept all night.


    At first light, his phone chimed with a warning from his security system.


    He opened his eyes at once. A Rolls-Royce was parked at his gate.


    Confusion red through him.


    He jumped out of bed, ran downstairs, and pushed through the gate.


    Breath tearing through his chest, he stared at the Rolls-Royce, stunned.


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    “Elissa?” His voice shook. “Are you in there?”


    The window lowered slowly.


    Savannah’s face appeared first—cold and unyielding. Beside her sat Elissa.


    “Elissa!”


    Savannah looked to her daughter with a slight curl of her lips. “Do you remember what I told you?”


    “Yes.” Elissa nodded, her voice small and obedient.


    “Good.” Savannah gave her hand a gentle pat. “Tell him.”


    “Okay.” Elissa turned toward Ernest. Her lips moved carefully, her tone quiet and stiff. “Don’te looking for me. I’m leaving.”


    She then lifted her hand in a small wave. “Bye.”


    The moment she finished speaking, the window began to rise, shutting him out.


    Ernest stood there, stunned, as the reality hit him. Then he rushed forward and mmed his palm against the ss. “Elissa! Where are you going?”


    But no one answered him.


    Inside the car, Savannah leaned forward. “Drive.”


    “Yes, Ma’am.” The driver started the engine.


    “Don’t go!” Ernest wed at the handle in desperation, but the locks held him back.


    The car lurched forward, forcing him to stumble back. Without thinking, he took off after it. “Elissa! Elissa, don’t go! Tell me where you’re going!”


    Cold air sliced through his lungs as he ran, each breath burning.


    Inside the car, Elissa twisted around and pressed both hands against the rear window.


    Her lips parted, her voice hoarse. “Ernest… Ernest…”


    Beside her, Savannah startled at the sound of his name. Elissa remembered him?


    He must have shown her that himself. But then again, even when she couldn’t remember his name, she still held on to the memory of him.


    Savannah let out a quiet sigh. What a tragic bond this was between them.


    Why did Elissa cling only to Ernest’s gentle moments? Why couldn’t she recall the hurt he had once caused?


    Behind them, Ernest fell farther behind. Realizing he couldn’t keep up, he turned back to get his car.


    Elissa watched him disappear from view. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.


    “Alright.” Savannah ced a gentle hand on her shoulder. “He’s gone now. Don’t look.” Her voice lowered with weary finality. “It’s over.”


    Elissa covered her cheeks with both hands.


    She didn’t dare cry aloud, so the sobs escaped in small, trembling breaths as tears slid between her fingers.


    “There now… don’t cry.” Savannah drew her into an embrace, her heart aching at the sight. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”


    She looked toward the front. “Drive faster.”


    Elissa didn’t understand, but Savannah did. Ernest had realized the truth—chasing on foot was useless. He was already running back for his car.


    When Ernest finally got his car, the Rolls-Royce was nowhere in sight.


    He kept driving until the road ended and split into forks. He turned the wheel sharply and stopped at the shoulder, breath shaking.


    His hand came down hard on the steering wheel.


    Savannah had taken Elissa away. Again, he was left with nothing—not even a trail to follow.


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