Harper’s POV
“Have a nice day,” I tell the woman at the motel counter. She waves as I walk out to the parking lot and to the car Nora let me borrow.
If I’m going to prove myself innocent, I have to look for evidence. The only place I know to do that is at my clinic, since that’s where Lucas said the wolf souls were stored during transport. I can’t let him accuse me without at least trying to fight for myself.
Again, the ache in my chest grows. He of all people should have believed me, but that would imply I had a chance to defend myself. I didn’t.
Maybe he’ll listen if I give him enough evidence.
I hold onto the hope that Lucas isn’t as stupid as he appeared to be the day he chose to throw me in prison. I pull the car out onto the street and turn in the direction of my clinic. Sta
