♥ Jethro ♥
I had barely slept. Jackson and I had spent most of the night watching movies. And by the time I had fallen asleep, it hadn’t been a good sleep. I felt like death. I was tired, stressed out, and worried about Chloe. Time was moving, but not fast enough. The clock on the wall ticked like a bomb in slow motion, each second louder than the last. I stood in the corner of the Oakfield police station’s operations room, pacing hard enough to wear a trench into the floor. Judith and her team were working overtime, coordinating with every neighboring precinct, sheriff’s department, and state trooper division within a 200-mile radius. I watched the whiteboards fill up with pin drops and map routes, but it didn’t feel like progress. It felt like guessing. It felt like grasping at air. Bec
