Miracle's POV
I clutched my tummy.
My stomach is a tangled mess of knots, each one tightening with every passing moment. My mind raced with worst-case scenarios, like a runaway train going out of control.
I can do this, right?
I can shove the pain and the hurt and the hopelessness and do this for my Dad.
I need to give him a reason to take me back, to look at me and love me again.
But there are so many ways things can go wrong! So many ways to get myself killed.
But fuck it!
Power or no power, I am going to become team Captain and find Gran's killer....for Dad.
"You are doing this, aren't you?" Tatum asked me and I nodded.
"I thought as much. Good luck and may the goddess help us all"
He said and walked away.
I started making my way towards Geneva and a certain peppy blonde was waiting for me.
