In Northridge City, a heavy silence hung in the air at Davidson Manor.
Alexander was in the study, methodically packing his personal belongings into a black suitcase. A few well-worn books, a scuffed fountain pen, and a framed photo of himself as a boy with his grandmother.
Jake leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, studying Alexander’s calm, stoic profile. Ever since the news of Danielle’s disappearance, Alexander had acted as if nothing had happened. He went to work, handled company affairs, and was now calmly packing his things at the family home. There was no trace of worry or panic on his face, as if the missing woman meant nothing to him.
“Aren’t you worried about Danielle?” Jake finally asked, breaking the silence. He couldn’t figure Alexander out. He had always been a master of hiding his emotions, but this was different. Danielle was the person he cared for most in the world. How could he be so calm?
Alexander’s hands paused for a fraction of a second, but he didn’t look up. He simply continued placing books into the suitcase. He knew better than anyone what had happened. Nash had already told him that search teams in the remote forest had found only abandoned tents and scattered equipment. Both Danielle and River Atwood were gone.
He was more worried, more terrified, than anyone could imagine, but he couldn’t show it. The moment he lost his composure, the person behind this would win. Danielle’s life would be in even greater danger.
Seeing his indifference, Jake frowned. “Our brother just wants to get along with you, Alexander. He doesn’t mean any harm. What happened to Danielle was probably just an accident. You shouldn’t overthink it.” He suspected Nathan was involved, but he didn’t want to see the two brothers destroy each other.


VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell