Violet POV
It's been four days since we started carrying out the search for Harry. Adrian hasn't been himself. As a matter of fact, he isn't even talking to me. I can see the hurt in his eyes-the betrayal. I know I hurt him, but it wasn't my fault. It wasn't intentional. Maybe it's time I owned up and admitted that I'm f*****g at fault... that I'm f*****g to be blamed for all this.
We've searched the entire area, and f**k, there hasn't been a f*****g positive response. No clue. No lead. f*****g nothing.
I'm going insane. I haven't slept a wink since the day he went missing. I'm angry and irritable.
Dad, Mason, and Adrian requested a picture of what he looks like. And no doubt, I brought out my phone and scrolled through my gallery.
Several photos of Harry-where he was smiling, where
