C89 ICE EIGHTY-NINE: DESPERATION AND BLOOD.

THANE'S POV:

I blamed myself for being too goddamn blind to believe her.

I must’ve been out of my mind to think, even for a heartbeat, that she was guilty. But deep down,

I desperately wanted to hear her voice. I needed to.

I'd called Madison's number forty-seven times.

Each call went straight to voicemail. That automated cheerful, mechanical voice mocking me with its politeness