Chapter 112

• Howard emerged from the hospital's sterile glow with the sluggish tread of a defeated man—the same SUV he'd scorched into the lot with now loomed distant, mocking his earlier blaze.
• "Why is it so hard to understand you, Charlotte? Who the hell are you, really?" The thought looped, raw and unfiltered, Marcus's words a hammer to his certainties.
• He reached the SUV, leaning against its hood, keys dangling limp. No anger left for her—just a gnawing void. Where'd you go, Charlotte?