Jasper left after a few hours saying that his uncle wanted him to come back home before night time to talk about things. I wondered what they would talk about and if Jasper was going to talk about his sister, or even maybe what he and I have been up to.

I jump in the shower while my thoughts filled with what would happen tomorrow. We planned on going to Nathan's greenhouse tomorrow, and I was supposed to contact him to tell him of my intention to visit. I still could not find it in me to do so, so I procrastinated and kept telling myself I would ask him later.

I hiss in pain, realizing I had the heater turned on to the highest level. I quickly dial it down into a more comfortable temperature before I allow myself to think of Jasmine. I was so close now. So close to finding her, I could feel it. Yet- something inside of me is just screaming out warning after warning. I didn't know if it was telling me to drop the whole chase or warning me of what I may find at the end of it.

For a long time, I let the tears fall. All these months of searching and blaming myself feel like it was going to end. Although why was I so scared of it? Was it because when I was chasing and looking for her, I was sure she was alive. Now? I am so afraid of finding her...dead. I think of Jasper. The devastation in his eyes when he told me about his sister. I shake my head at the thought. It was high time we got the cops involved in this. This was a serial killer for goodness sake.

I turn off the shower and reach for my cell the moment I stepped out of the bathroom. I text Jasper to meet me outside of his house in 10 minutes because I wanted to discuss with him the possibility of getting his uncle involved. When I finished getting dressed I run down the stairs and out the house before my parents could ask me where I was going.

I stood in front of their driveway for a few minutes before finding the courage to walk up the front door. I knock and was surprised when his uncle answered.

"Hi, Sir, uhm is Jasper home?" I hated the way my voice sounded so nervous but hopefully, he didn't notice it. He stared at me for a long time that I started to feel more nervous before answering.

"He hasn't come home since he left this morning," he answers me and I felt the air leave my lungs. Without trying to alert him that there was something wrong I quickly find an excuse and take out my phone.

"Oh, he just texted me, sorry to bother you," I bow and leave quickly before he asks me any questions. My heart pumping inside my chest I run back to our front yard and dial Jasper's number. I get agitated when he doesn't answer. Where could he be? Something tells me I wouldn't like the answer.

I go back to my house and grab my jacket and car keys.

"Where are you going?" My mom asks me from her corner of the living room. I didn't know where yet so I shrugged.

"Out for a drive," I say and she raises an eyebrow at me. I waited until she looked back down on the book she was reading and I rush out the door. I hear her call out behind me as I stepped into my car to tell me to be home before dinner. I sigh, backing out the driveway and cursing Jasper.

There was only one place he would go and I reign in my anger knowing he lied to me about promising to go there together. I drive quickly, wanting to get there a few minutes after he does but I knew the moment I arrived I would be a little late. I think about what to do with him when I see him and shake my head. How could he even think of going there on his own?

I remember needing to ask Nathan for permission and turn my phone on, my eyes on the road before me. I type in Nathan's number and send him a quick message. I drive, trying to remember how to get to their summer house. I would get there in 2 hours tops. I hit the stirring wheel, cursing. Jasper would get their quicker on his motorbike. I was so angry I almost ran a red.

My phone dings and I glance at it, seeing that it was a reply from Nathan. I sigh and open the message.

What do you want?

Harsh. I shake my head at his response and try to compose a message in my head about how I was going to go to his summer house. It felt so awkward and very suspicious but knowing him. If he finds Jasper sneaking around there, it would be much worse.

I think I left something important in your parents' summer house, I'm on my way there now to check, is that okay?

Without waiting for a reply, I drive faster. I need to get there as soon as possible. Something inside me was telling me this was all wrong. Everything felt wrong. I try to push the feeling down and blame it on anxiety or the coffee I drank this morning. I knew, of course, that my gut was trying to tell me something. Something I was missing in all of this.

I clear my head and try to think, as I drive down the freeway. Why on earth would Jasper go off on his own? After promising me we would do it together? Was he hiding something I didn't know? Was he so adamant in suspecting Nathan had something to do with it? Was he fueled by the fact that he could somehow finally be able to catch his sister's killer? But leaving me out of it didn't make any sense... Unless he didn't want me to get hurt if it was indeed Nathan.

I try to imagine different scenarios that could happen when I get there. I'd meet Jasper and he would tell me it was a dead end. I'd scold him for leaving me behind but thank him for making sure I wouldn't discover anything unpleasant. I shake my head. Jasper, you idiot.

I arrived a little later than I had planned. The sun was already setting and I could just almost make out the house in the distance. Nathan never replied to my text, which was worrying but that didn't matter right now. I was pretty confident he has nothing to do with it. I do, however, receive a text from my parents asking me where I was. I decide to reply later when the coast was clear. They would be wondering why I was at Nathan's family rest house and I didn't have time for the questions.

I park my car far enough that I don't make any unnecessary noise and get out. With my phone's flashlight in hand, I begin to walk uphill towards the house. The lights were off and at first, I was worried I was wrong and Jasper had not come here. Then I'd be the one breaking our promise of coming here together. I smile grimly, as I walk up the familiar steps to the rest house. My eyes fall on the greenhouse rooftop which was clear from where I was standing. There were two entrances to the greenhouse, one was through the front door and out the back. The second was where I knew it was. Right beside the house and the farthest from the pathway that leads to it.

The gate was unlocked. I search for any signs that Jasper was here. I couldn't find his bike, nor anything that suggested someone had been here. I make my way to the greenhouse in a quick and mannerly way, hoping not to disturb anything along the way. I find the door locked and was now 100% sure Jasper had not come this way.

I send him a quick text before something catches my attention. Sounds. Coming from inside the greenhouse. Because of the type of glass used, I couldn't make out anything inside and hurriedly concealed myself behind a few shelves. I feel my mouth go dry as I hear the sound getting louder. I crouch low and cover my mouth. I could make out a shadow by the door. By now, the sun had already set and I could barely make anything out.

Someone was inside the greenhouse. I just wasn't sure if it was Jasper or Nathan. Or the killer. I try not to panic as I turn my phones light off and pray that whoever was in there had not seen me. To my relief, the shadow retreats, and I wait a few minutes before I come out of my hiding place. I try to recall from memory what Nathan had told me about the greenhouse.

There were two entrances, this was one and the other was through the house. But I wasn't sure who was in there so knocking on the front door may not be a good idea. When I was sure the darkness would help conceal me, I walk over to the greenhouse door and try the lock again. Still locked. No replies from either Nathan or Jasper. I walk back to the entrance, thinking about coming back here when the sun was out or when Jasper would reply to me.

That would be counterproductive. I bite my lip and shake my head. If I was going to find out something about this greenhouse it would have to be now. I take a rock from the ground and a used cloth hanging from one of the shelves. I wrap the cloth around the rock and pray to the heavens I don't make that much noise. I smash the glass nearest the lock to the greenhouse and wince as the glass shards fall in an echoing manner. I wait a few seconds and assured that no one had heard me, or no one was coming after me, I reach in and open the door from the inside.

What greeted me was something I didn't expect. My blood ran cold as I stare at the greenhouse. It was filled with so many different kinds of flowers, I almost screamed. Something was telling me this was it. That I had to run away from this place as fast as possible. But a small part of me wanted to look into it and find Jasmine. If she was even here. I hold back my tears, hoping no one had heard me gasp when I entered. I couldn't risk using my phone's light so I decided to depend on the moonlight that was being reflected on the glass roof.

I pass by rows and rows of flowers. Each one reminding me of every flower that was sent to me. I shake my head, realizing I had already started crying. Nathan couldn't have done it. He couldn't have- my thoughts are cut when I make out Jasper's bike hidden behind potted plants. He has been here.

My thoughts go wild. Was he captured? Where was he now? Was he still alive? I felt nothing but dread as I reach for his bike and turning towards the door that leads inside the house. There were still no signs of life in it. I breathe in deep, trying to calm myself. If the killer was here and he has Jasper and Jasmine, I didn't know if I stood a chance. I send a risky text to my parents, telling them if I wasn't home by midnight to have Jasper's uncle come get me. I told them where I was, before putting my phone on silent and finally enter the house.