Chapter 645

Meredith's words replayed in Desmond's head, a vicious loop.

He stared at Camilla's number on his phone. The digits were burned into his brain. His thumb hovered and then pressed "call."

A flat, automated voice answered. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is not available..."

Desmond's hand dropped to his side. A dark, unreadable shadow fell over his eyes. He got in his car and drove away from the