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 to

not going to give

sense. If Joyce was really killed, it was impossible that they could not find the body. The truth was, they could not even

convinced that she was alive. She must still be alive. Something must have happened, something he didn't know

more

waves still went on and on in the clean sea like

not a single trace of her

by bit, and in the end, the

at night on the

were bright and the sky was also lit up by the stars. Franklin drove him down to his apartment, where he leaned against the wall, one step at a time, and slowly

stop, he had exhausted all his energy. The gunshot wound in the abdomen,

and didn't want

chill running through his body and his dull mind. He didn't want to do anything but wrap himself in the covers and curl

made him feel dizzy and confused, and it's just

awake and