Shock

Carson looks up in surprise at Nate’s hasty entrance, and it takes him a moment to focus on the newspaper. He blinks, his eyes widening, and he snatches the newspaper from Nate’s hand to take a closer look.

He quickly reads the words, his eyes going back to the picture. That face…those eyes… He spots her wrist. It couldn’t be. …There was no way. It just wasn’t possible.

But Carson couldn’t deny it.

He looks back up at Nate, his face paling slightly, and he finds it hard to find his voice. “I don’t know who Sage Fair is, but this is Misty.” He holds up the paper, pointing to the picture. “I gave her that bracelet.”

He searches Nate’s face, a million questions surging through his mind. “What’s going on?”