I went to the hospital where Jack was staying one afternoon. The sun wasn't too harsh, and the temperature was just right.
He was sitting in a wheelchair, no longer the confident, strong man he used to be. His face was scarred, with the skin on his cheek wrinkled and rough-looking—almost unsettling.
When Jack saw me, he lowered his head awkwardly at first, then looked up and gave a slight smile. "Long time no see, Amelia."
I was taken aback. I hadn't expected him to look like this. "Long time no see. I came to tell you something—something you need to know."
I opened the recorder app on my phone and pressed play. Harper's voice filled the room. "It's me. I caused the fire. It was an accident, but... I... tell Jack it was me. I started the fire, and I killed his brother. Yeah, well,
