“How was that even a clue?” Alice huffed angrily, addressing her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.
When Harry had stormed out of the living room, she had followed him, breakfast far from her mind now.
“I don’t know,” Harry, who was pacing around his room, told her. “I seriously don’t know.”
“What are you going to do now?” She asked, sounding half curious half concerned.
“I don’t know,” he repeated. “I have no f*****g idea. And I have half a mind to leave.”
“Don’t rush into things.” She advised. “He told you to think about how he found your sister,” Alice repeated Blake’s words as if trying to find meaning behind them herself. “Isn’t that supposed to mean you know how he found her?”
“I do, yeah,” Harry let out on a sigh. “But I don’t see how that’s relevant.”
“Tell me,” Alice asked sof
