Ember POV

Ember didn’t know if it was the space in her bed or the phone call with her mother that gave her insomnia. Either way, she hadn’t slept, and she felt like shit. That was her excuse for committing the cardinal sin of Googling herself…or rather, Googling Abigail.

Ostensibly, she’d picked up her phone to check if the marksman had messaged her, but she knew he hadn’t and that was just an excuse. The entire time she’d been in Hope Springs, she’d purposely avoided social media and deleted the apps off her phone so she wouldn’t even be tempted. She hadn’t been tempted, if truth be known. Not once...