JC POV
I don't know how long it's been, but it feels like forever waiting outside the waterfall for Klinton.
Sitting on a cold rock, my eyes burn as I stare at the rushing water, hoping he'll emerge soon—with Haylie—and that this madness will finally end.
I miss Haylie. Her voice, her laughter, her presence—everything about her. I'd do anything to be with her now, back in that house.
The mornings we shared around the wooden kitchen table are precious memories I cling to. Evenings by the fireplace, drinking hot cocoa, were moments I'll never forget. There were times when I wanted so desperately to kiss her, but I held back. I was too much of a fool, afraid of scaring her even more.
After all, I had kidnapped her. To make a move would have been wrong.
