Rowan POV

Sirens blared in the distance. Rowan could feel the asphalt beneath his cheek and heard his name being called. He didn’t care about any of that – there was something important he needed to remember.

Hands pulled Rowan up so he was sitting on the ground. His vision cleared and he saw Jack in front of him, his mouth moving, “Get out of here. I can handle the police.”

Rowan recalled what was so important. It was becoming hard for him to ...