(Jasper’s POV)
I've been sitting in my car for who knows how long.
The rain hasn't stopped. Neither have I.
My back aches from sleeping hunched over the steering wheel. My stomach growls, but I can't leave. What if Chloe comes back? What if she knows where Scarlett went?
I rub my eyes, checking my phone for the hundredth time. No missed calls. No texts. Nothing.
The parking lot of Chloe's apartment complex has become my prison. A few neighbors have walked by, giving me strange looks through their umbrellas. One old man knocked on my window around midnight, asking if I needed help.
"I'm fine," I told him.
But I'm not fine. I'm falling apart.
The rain pounds against the windshield like bullets. Each drop feels personal, like the sky is punishing me for what I've done.
My phone show
