A name was written next to Samuel Hale.
Alive.
Elias frowned on the eyebrows.
“You said Samuel committed suicide.”
“I saw his grave.”
David looked over her shoulder.
“The body?”
Mara remained motionless.
"No."
“The coffin?”
"Closed."
David whispered, “Samuel is alive.”
One voice spoke from behind them.
"Yes."
They're back.
A man was standing on the stairs of the tower.
Thin.
Scarcity.
Hair with white strands.
Mara left the register.
“Samuel?”
He smiled.
Mara crossed the room and hit him.
Then the hyd.
Then struck Him again.
"Do you have it?
"I had to disappear."
“You let me believe you will more dead.”
“I’m sorry.”
Her fists weak beatly against his chest.
"You left me alone."
Samuel was being held.
"I was trying to keep you alive."
David looked at it.
“Have you escaped?”
Samuel nodded.
"No."
“Then how?”
Samuel looked to Elias.
“Thomas Vance helped me.”
Elias has frozen.
