Chapter 12

Deep into the night, the Marlowe residence was still ablaze with light. When Damien kicked open Juliet's bedroom door, the wind he brought in caught the flight itinerary on her desk. It was a ticket from Novara to Dunmoor. "What the hell is this madness now, Damien?" Henry grabbed his arm, his expression filled with fury. He couldn't understand what was happening now that Juliet had finally let go and chosen to leave. It was bad enough that Damien wasn't by Callie's side at the hospital, but he was also tearing down the Marlowe residence in the middle of the night like a lunatic. Damien couldn't hear a word Henry was saying. Rain dripped down his face and pooled beneath his feet. His eyes darted around the room, only to find white dust covers draped over the furniture like the place was uninhabited. Disbelief took over him. The room's layout hadn't changed, but it was no longer the place he knew. The closet was half-empty, and only an empty tin box sat on the vanity with its lid