CHAPTER EIGHT
Twenty minutes later, Tim and Jordan’s ambulance pulled in and parked. Jordan did not see her right away; Tim tapped his shoulder and murmured, “You have a visitor.”
“Karli?” Jordan exclaimed, walking quickly to her with a huge smile. “Hi! What a nice surprise. What are you doing here?”
“You knew, Jordan. You knew, and you didn’t tell me.”
“Tell you about what?”
“Evan and Melissa,” she hissed.
His face and shoulders sagged.
“Did you even think I deserved to know?”
“You must have read the text messages, Karli. So, you tell me. Didn’t it sound like I thought you should know?”
“It did,” she snarled. “You just didn’t give enough of a damn to protect me. You helped him cover it up.”
“You wait just a minute,” he said, his eyes stormy with emotion. “I couldn’t bring myself
