Jacob's Point of View.
It was eight hours I'd left the sketchbook with Thea before I heard anything from Paige. Eight f*****g hours of not knowing whether I'd hit the nail on the head, or f****d up completely. I was not a patient man and spent the majority of it stomping around the town that I was currently calling home. I'd been to the library, the leisure center, the local supermarket and everywhere in between. The only thing I hadn't done was visit Erin in her room. I was desperate but I wasn't suicidal.
Paige hadn't called like I hoped that she would. Instead, she sent a very short and to the point message.
"Thanks for the sketchbook."
I'd agonized over whether that was a good message to receive until twenty minutes later she sent something that made my heart soar.
"Do you h
