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My lips burn, the brutal cold reminding me of the kiss I was lost in—with a man who’s now trying to kill me. I shiver beneath my coat, my eyes feeling tired as I try to navigate the unknown. I’m not used to this kind of weather. I let my mind loose to distract me.
Fuck you, Adam. It’s your fault I’m here.
You should’ve just broken up with me when you decided it was going nowhere.
I bat the tears away. I have no right to be broken up about him. I mean, I wasjustkissing someone else—not even thinking about my newly ex-boyfriend. I could reason that I let Turner kiss me because it was a distraction from Adam, but the moment Turner started to open up, I haven’t been able to recall those feelings for Adam.
It was over a long time ago.
I purse my lips, annoyed by my inability to retain feelings once someone starts pulling away. It’s easier to break my ownheart, and that’s what I did with Adam. A year ago, he wouldn’t answer the commitment questions.
And so, I started letting him go right then and there.
The moment things go wrong, I mentally bolt, even if I stay there physically. I frown at that—and the sound of a familiar voice. My heart stops as I take in the small clearing and the headlights shining through the night.
Adam.
Chapter 11
Turner
What the hellis going on?
With shaking hands, I hit the ground floor, my ears ringing as Gunner jumps at me, knocking some sense into my mind. Rage without known reason sears through my veins.
I feel soangry.Why am I so angry? When did I come inside? I stop as I suck in a sharp breath, taking in the open front door—and the gun in my hand.Where’s the threat? Wasn’t I outside?
Wait.
Where’s Emersyn?
“Oh no,” I mumble, my hands shaking as my mind briefly flashes to her standing in my older brother’s dusty room—the room I don’t go in. “No, no, no.” My eyes flicker back to the door.
Did Emersyn made a run for it?
Gunner bays so fucking loud that it pierces the rest of my insanity.
“What?!” I exasperate at him. “What am I supposed to do?” But he won’t stop jumping at me, barking incessantly and running for the door, then back to me. I shake my head at him, frustrated. But after a few more times, I give in, knowing I have to face what I’ve done.
She’s probably still alive. Maybe. Hopefully not. I’ll have to explain now.
She doesn’t know what she did, but she fucked up. That room is full of all the things that broke me. It started with my younger brother dying in action, then my parents dying in a car accident, and then… Thomas.Fuck.I swallow the grief tugging at me as I charge through the snow, ready to make peace with this shitty situation. I hate being reminded that I’ve buriedevery singleone of my family members.
And Gunner is all I have left.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, as I spot a flashlight amidst the clearing night. I never made it far in my search when I saw Tommy’s room light come on.
Gunner’s bark grows panicked, and I give him the track command. He’s hesitant, but obeys, just like always.
Who the fuck is out here?
I move in silence, giving Gunner space to trail and committing myself to the task at hand rather than my short blackout. My dog falls into silence, tearing through the chest deep snow on his body.
I’ll find you, Em. And then I’ll fix this.
I trudge through the snow, following my dog, but with every passing moment, I grow more concerned about the third human out in this snow. The beams of a flashlight have faded, meaning that someone is concealing themselves in the dark.
Maybe SAR?
