The rage I felt when I saw Scarlett curled up in the corner the previous night was one I didn't know was possible. It ate me deep inside that I couldn't protect her like I promised that I would.
How he'd gotten even this far out in the woods eluded me. I chased him far out to the highway. He seemed to have had a camera on before he vanished off into the night. It had to be a paparazzi.
Asides from the mishap, spending the night with Scarlett was almost too much to bear. I hadn't been able to keep my eyes closed at first. I watched her, back turned to me as she slept soundly or so I had assumed. It seemed like she was also having trouble sleeping.