Jasper’s POV
We closed the journal after nearly three hours, the first hints of dawn showing in the window. My head was thick from lack of sleep, but Scarlett’s eyes burned with the kind of focus I hadn’t seen in week, not since before the last time David got close enough to hurt her.
She stood, tucking the journal under her arm. “We’ll start again after breakfast. We go through it slowly, line by line, no rushing. If there’s something here, we’ll find it. And when we do…”
She didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to.
Because I knew exactly how she intended to end it.
Scarlett’s POV
It feels like my entire life has been compressed into the span of a handful of weeks.
Every time I breathe, something shifts again, the ground beneath me splitting open in ways I never thought poss
