Rebecca was eating alone in her villa. She was drawing shapes in the rice with her finger.

Louis and Bella were watching from the first floor’s balcony. “Look at her getting lost while eating… When are you going to tell her?” Bella pinched his forearm. “She needs to know that Benjamin is most likely alive.”

“I told you already that it does more harm than good if we tell her that,” Louis retorted.

Rebecca drew the crescent moon shape, and it made her remember the time when she was looking at the