Chapter 13

The familiar silhouette of a black SUV. It had a slight scratch on the rear bumper. The number plate was SF1234 and I knew that it was definitely Jasper’s.

I hadn’t seen that car in weeks, not since the day I walked out of his life and slammed the door shut behind me. Yet there it was, parked a few meters from Sunbeam Orphanage. A place I hadn’t visited in months… and a place no one, least of all Jasper, should’ve known I was going to that day.

I froze on the curb, gripping the strap of my bag as though it were a shield. The street bustled...