Savannah clenched her hands, "Uncle, I... "
"You can tell me, I already know. I saw the news this morning. They were talking about a girl and, even though there were no pictures, I know it must've been you. Am I right?" He didn't pause for an answer, instead of rushing on to praise him. "Mr. Sterling is really nice to you to take you out to a place like that." A glint sparkled in his eye, and an uneasy feeling grew in her stomach. Was it the tea?
He nodded, quick to push the subject aside.
Dalton continued, "Savannah, since Mr. Sterling treats you well, I was wondering, can you do me a favor?"
There, he said it. Her heart gave its last pulses as it sank, like a sunken submarine tumbling to the black-depths. She remembered what Dylan had said and hated him at that moment. Why did everyone know better than her? "What is it?" she said quietly.
