*Dawson's POV*
"Come on, let's go upstairs and get my dad caught up on everything..." I suggested, trying to lead Harper to the exit, but she wouldn't move. She stood there, looking up at me with pleading eyes and I knew exactly what she was going to ask of me.
"But what about Tyler?" she asked, looking back and forth between Tyler and me. "Can he come with us? Maybe he can help" She said as she leaned closer to Tyler, grabbing on to his hand through the cell. "He knows Cole better than any of us" She said, glancing back to Tyler. She made a good point, which caused me to seriously consider it. Maybe he could be useful in finding Cole, but I was still hesitant, unsure whether he could be trusted. He used to partake in her abuse for c****t's sake. That made me hate him right from the jump
