*Harper's POV*
Dawson had Eleanor bring our breakfast up to the room as I told Dawson the details about my dream. More like a nightmare, actually. I don't know why I kept dreaming of Cole, but I only hoped it would stop soon... The last thing I wanted to do was to think about that awful human being more than I had to. The only thing I wanted to know related to him was when they would finally find him. That was the only thing that would give me peace of mind whenever his name was involved. I still didn't know what he had against me and why he hated me so much. Did he know we were related? That would almost make everything worse, knowing he tried to r**e me even though he knew we were related. That concept was hard for me to wrap my mind around. It made me nauseous just thinking about it. W
