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“Mia, work ran late. I’m sorry. I can’t make it home for dinner. I’ll bring home your favorite mango mousse cake, okay?” I stared at the message for a moment and then typed back: “There’s no need. Be good to Summer. I wish you both happiness for the rest of your lives.” With that, I shut off my phone and boarded the flight. Half an hour later, Lucien was still at dinner with Summer, unaware of my message until his phone rang. It was his assistant. “Alpha Lucien,” the voice said, tense. “There’s been a plane crash. One of the evening flights just went down.”