Jack’s POV
Logan’s words echo in my head over and over again, each one louder than the next, until they’re deafening.
Harper’s been shot.
I want to ask a million questions. I want to ask why, and how, and when. I want to ask where she is and how I can get to her. I want to ask how in the hell he could have allowed this to happen to her.
But I can’t speak. I can’t breathe. I can’t do anything.
And I certainly can’t blame Logan Townsend for this. How could he have allowed this to happen to her? Who am I kidding? How could I?
I’ve hated myself for leaving since the moment I left, but now more than ever. I was a fool. A fool, a coward, and an unforgivable bastard.
Finally, I find a way to respond. Where is she?
We got her out. There’s a hospital in NZ that was willing to see her. G
