“I don’t believe he mistook you for someone else. The gap between you and Millie Fletcher is far too great.”
“Only Millie would be naïve enough to believe that. From beginning to end, the only person he ever wanted to save was you. Do you believe him too?”
As Danielle Crawford replayed everything that had happened, her gaze grew pensive.
Some things were simply not coincidences.
Alexander Davidson’s coldness hadn’t been an act.
But the way he’d saved her wasn’t an act, either.
“I’ll take some time to reconsider the things that happened before,” Danielle said, closing her eyes for a moment.
There had to be details she’d missed.
Gian Atwood kept his hands steady on the steering wheel. “But deep down, you already know the answer. There’s no need to keep thinking.”
“He loves you,” Gian said bluntly.
Love?
The word sounded both fantastical and absurd to Danielle.
Love didn’t look like this.
If this counted as love, then it was little more than a joke.
Gian continued, “But if he loves you, why did he push you away? That’s the question you should be asking.”
“If love means hurting someone, I’d rather not have it at all.”
Gian offered another perspective, “But what if, by doing this, he was sparing you from even greater harm? What would you choose then?”
“He’s thorough—he plans ahead, hides things so well you’d never know. Maybe there are things you’d go a lifetime without discovering. And if you did find out, maybe you’d make the same choices he did.”
Danielle froze.
Her heart trembled, just a little.
But honestly, it all sounded far-fetched.
She could not recall a single thing from the past that would justify his actions.
Besides—
Even if that were true,
He would never know she’d already been given a second chance at life.

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