My knees weakened.
“What?”
“No one knew whether he ran or was taken.”
“And the locket?”
Christopher touched it.
“He gave it to me.”
“Why?”
“Because I helped him escape my father.”
The room became silent.
I stared at Christopher Bennett, the arrogant billionaire I had been bathing and feeding for weeks.
“You saved him?”
“He saved me first.”
Christopher looked down.
“In 2010, my father discovered I had copied financial records. He planned to send me away.”
“Send you where?”
“Somewhere I wouldn’t come back from.”
I felt cold.
“Ryan found out.”
Christopher smiled sadly.
“He put me in a truck and drove me across three states. He risked his life for me.”
I looked at the locket.
“Why give you that?”
“Ryan said if anything happened to him, I should find Rachel Morgan.”
My breath stopped.
“What?”
“He told me you were his little sister.”
I began crying.
