Anna.
I stand outside the imposing black metal gates, the lions perched atop the weathered brick wall glaring down at me, their stone eyes like accusing judges. A shiver races down my spine, and I wrap my arms around myself, desperate to stave off the biting cold. Deep down, I know I shouldn’t be here.
But today’s events haunt me Jack may carry no guilt on his shoulders, but I do— it’s a heavy weight that presses down on my chest.
With a trembling hand, and my heartbeat echoing in my ears, I close my eyes, and once again, Jack invades my thoughts.
He won’t be pleased to find me here; but honestly I have to make sure harry is alright those bruises looked really bad and he could hardly talk.
A soft, hesitant voice crackles through the speaker. “Hello,” it’s a girl’s voice, perhaps his
