Stefan stood on the docks, staring across at Wyndemere. He had never felt so alone, unloved, unnecessary. Perhaps he should have let Helena kill him and be out of this misery.
”Stefan!,” a young voice called to him.
Turning, he spied LuLu running toward him and smiled. He started to reach for her but caught Laura’s disapproving glare. Instead, he knelt on the docks. “Hello, Miss Spencer.”
”I’ve missed you.”
Tears pricked at his eyes. “I’ve missed you, too.”
”Come on, LuLu,” Laura called.
”Bye.”
”Good-bye.”
Stefan watched them walk away. An unexpected moment of peace had been granted.