It had been days since she had received the email from her father. Since then, she barely had a good night's sleep.
She either had a wonderful dream where Gerald was alive and playing with their child. Or she was having a nightmare where her father held a gun that he used to shoot Gerald.
But, of course, both were just the figment of her imagination. She still had to get to the bottom of the truth. But so far, she had no idea where to start.
"I hate to leave you here, Haley, but we believe you are still better off staying on the island until we find a more permanent solution." Marcus gently touched her shoulder, reminding her that he would always be there for her.
She understood the situation. It was still dangerous for her to go back home, knowing her father was still dead set to find her.
