You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Karl was still recovering from his gunshot wound and insisted on returning to the police station.

Franklin finally gave up and knew that he could not possibly stop him. On the third day, despite the doctor's objection, Karl wrapped a few more straps around his abdomen by himself, endured the pain, and discharged himself from the hospital. Then he came to the Second Precinct, where he was to take charge of the search himself.

However, for the whole day, he went through the helicopter search records, the marine police vessel log, and all the road surveillance, and indeed, he still could not find Joyce.

It was like she had evaporated.

Incredible.

He knew that the golden rescue hours had long passed.

If not for his orders, the rescue team would have given up. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Now they were just looking for a needle in a haystack, looking aimlessly and wasting human and financial resources.

Everyone advised him that there could be no more miracles and urged him to give up.

not want

was not going to

find the body. The truth was, they could not even find a shoe or a piece

that she was alive. She must still be alive. Something must have happened,

few days, he personally sent more people to search for her, still

in the clean sea like they

a single trace of

faith was worn out bit by bit, and in the end, the panic

at night on

up by the stars. Franklin drove him down to his apartment, where he leaned against the wall, one

gunshot wound in the abdomen, although it did not crack, was still vaguely

and didn't want

bothered to treat himself. He lay down in a daze on his bed, with a chill running through his body and his dull mind. He didn't want to do anything but wrap himself in the covers

feel

be awake and feel the heartache