(Jasper's POV)
I know when she sees me. I can tell by the way she freezes like a deer caught in headlights, her face going white, her eyes widening with panic, guilt, and something else, taking over them. For one moment, our eyes meet across the distance.
And then she's moving, practically running, to exit the park.
"Scarlett!" I call after her, my voice carrying over the carnival noise, determination fueling every step as I break into a run behind her.
Oh, no she’s not.
She's not disappearing again.
Not this time.
Not when I finally found her.
I catch up to her just as she reaches the park entrance, my lungs burning from the sprint. "Scarlett, wait!"
She stops but doesn't turn around. Her shoulders are rigid, her whole body screaming tension.
"Please," I breathe, trying to cat
