Lucas’s POV
My desk is covered in papers, maps, and a laptop that has a low battery signal in the bottom corner. I reach over and plug it up to the charger before looking back down at the mess of papers in front of me.
It’s chaotic, and anyone who didn’t know what I was looking for would never figure it out. But to me, the mess of papers is like a lifeline. Every page, each scribbled note, every piece of the puzzles that Harper found; all of it will help me clear her name.
Before it can get too out of hand, I gather the papers into neat stacks. Testimonies, logs and charts from Logan’s computer, Harper’s notes on the clinic she used to run, information about the people who worked with Logan—everything has it’s place and purpose.
And that purpose is to clear Harper’s name.
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