'That's… me.'
Devon whispered, eyes on the woman. Even though all she saw was her side profile, she knew that face which she had condemned all her life. That face… was the face she had worn in her previous life. She knew it in a glance. Before Devon knew it, she had started walking towards her.
"Dev?" Bella furrowed her brows, watching her friend get up from her seat and walk away. "Where are you… going?"
"You…" came out a muffled call, reaching her hand to the woman as Devon approached. "Kas —"
"Gabby!" a man's voice suddenly reached Devon's ears, making her turn her head in his direction. The woman she was trying to approach also perked up, smiling as she rushed to her brother.
"No…" Devon's heart sank, taking a step back as she recognized that man's face. That face who had made her life a living hell, the man who had stolen everything from her and left her with none.
Quentin.
