The Ending She Read (And the One He Rewrote) novel Chapter 3

“Seraphina... Seraphina...”

The sky had grown dark. Harriet held a megaphone, her voice hoarse from shouting.-

She could even taste a faint coppery tang in her throat when she swallowed.

The security footage showed Seraphina crying for a long time by the fountain near the Ferris wheel, eventually coaxed into calming down by a young woman with a daughter of her own.

The woman had bought her a candied hawthorn stick and waited with her for quite a while.

After taking a phone call that suggested she needed to head home, the young woman told Seraphina to stay put and wait for her mother, then left.

The candy made Seraphina's hands sticky, so she went to the restroom to wash them. When she came out, she walked in the opposite direction.

Subsequently, she walked out of the amusement park and merged into the crowd.

South of the park was a bustling food street. A small child mixed in with the throngs of people was completely invisible to the security cameras.

The police had already broadcasted a missing person alert to the cell phones of pedestrians within a two-mile radius, asking anyone with information to contact her immediately.

As every second ticked by, Harriet had completely forgotten her original plan to merely fix the mistake and become a rich divorcée.

Her mind was consumed by a single thought: Find her! Fast!!!

“Seraphina, Seraphina...”

“Excuse me, have you seen this little girl?”

“Hey kiddo, have you seen this little girl?”

Her voice was as raspy as if it had been scrubbed with sandpaper.

Her disheveled hair stuck to her sweaty cheeks.

Running wildly through the crowd, Harriet looked like a madwoman. Pedestrians she bumped into turned to glare at her.

Harriet was entirely oblivious. “Seraphina...”

In the back seat of a Maybach parked across the street, Jason stared at Harriet with profound, unreadable eyes, his brows knitted tightly.

Was she just putting on a show for him?

Or... was this her true nature?

If it was her true nature, how could she have lost their daughter in the first place?

Jason nearly crushed his phone. “They're two living people, how could they just vanish into thin air?”

Whatever the person on the other end said, Jason's face darkened into pure storm clouds.

When he looked up again, Harriet was nowhere to be seen in the crowd.

Inside the food street's underpass, Harriet had gone from store to store, finally getting a clue from the owner of a children's clothing shop.

In a flash of realization, it was as if Harriet had figured it out. She sprinted toward the exit.

Flagging down a cab, Harriet dove into the passenger seat. “The central bus terminal!”

The driver's face fell. “That's so close, I'm not...”

Beep!

Five hundred dollars transferred instantly!

The driver slammed on the gas.

Harriet hopped out at the bus terminal, immediately spotting a striking couple standing by the main entrance.