Chapter 8Cameron took the stairs two at a time, fighting not to focus on his own emotions. Anger, hurt, and what felt a little like betrayal were at war inside his head. But this wasn’t about him. This was about Jessie.
When he reached the landing, the same feeling of neglect he noticed downstairs remained. There was a burned-out bulb on one end of the hall, and the only door opened was the one belonging to the bath. The rest were closed, blocking out any light from the outside.
His feet unerringly carried him closer to her door, but it was quiet…almost too quiet. No music or voices from television giving any indication someone was home. Only silence, and the rhythmic sound of a fan, or two. For a brief moment, he wondered if Jessie had run, her walls once again back in place.
Her bedro
