Vincent Morgan pushed open the door and walked into the room. He saw Aria Sinclair leaning against the headboard, an unshakeable sorrow etched on her face.
"Mom." He strode over, with Yvonne Morgan following behind him.
"Vincent, did you need something?" Aria Sinclair asked softly.
Vincent Morgan knelt by the bed, took his mother's hand, and said in a gentle tone, "Mom, Yvonne, I have some good news for you."
"What good news?" Aria Sinclair didn't seem very interested, but she asked anyway.
Yvonne Morgan's exquisitely made-up eyes stared intently at him.
A smile touched Vincent Morgan's lips. "Mom, Renee Jennings wasn't in a car accident. She's alive and well."
"What?" Aria Sinclair instantly grew tense, her gaze fixed on him urgently. "Vincent, are you serious?"
Yvonne Morgan's expression changed abruptly. Her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, a look of shock filling her eyes, and the hands at her sides clenched into tight fists.
'She's not dead?'
