“When did you last see her?” “Twenty-four hours ago.” Kenny’s pretend frown barely hid the beginning of a sarcastic grin. “That’s a really long time.” Jett knew” — J.C. Reed Copy Share Image
“messages he texted, Jett knew instinctively none reached her because if they had, she would feel his agony. She would feel just how important it was that she listen to what he had to say. It wasn’t about his” — J.C. Reed Copy Share Image
