Red's POV
I followed Destiny, keeping my distance, but she quickened her pace, making it clear she had no intention of speaking to me. It didn't matter. I wasn't going to let her slip away again. When she finally disappeared into the house, I had no choice but to linger outside like some desperate lunatic, guarding the shadows.
I told myself I wasn't spying. I just needed to be sure. My heart screamed her name—Destiny. I knew Carmen had done this to her.
I felt grateful someone had helped her. But that didn't erase the damage. The woman I loved, the one I failed to protect, had been forced into a life where she no longer even resembled herself. Her face was unrecognizable, but I didn't need to see her features to know the truth. My heart knew. My soul knew.
She was Destiny.
