But even if he drained the entire pool, he would never find me again.
When I woke up at Maximilian Ludwig’s estate, my first instinct was to reach for my phone.
There were countless messages, all from Blake.
[Delilah, you pushed Alison into the water. This isn’t over!]
[Bitch! Get back here and apologize to Alison!]
[What? Water got into your brain and you forgot where you belonged.]
With that, I deleted every message, blocking his number, uprooted everything we had built over the last five years.
Blake stared at his phone, frowning tightly when no reply came for a long time.
I had never been out of contact like this, disappearing for days without any news.
In the past, even if I ran away from home, I would obediently return within three days.
But this time, ten whole days had passed.
A vague unease gnawed at Blake’s heart and he even began to guess wildly. Could something really have happened to me that day?
In the days that followed, even when he accompanied Alison, Blake remained distracted.
Even in bed, he found himself absent-minded.
Until the day before his birthday, unable to bear it any longer, he called my number.
"Tomorrow is my birthday. If you don’t come, then—"