Chapter 57 Homecoming

• *Rafe*
• I immediately spot Harper through the wall of bodies at the baggage claim. Her hair is pulled back in that messy knot she always does when she’s not trying too hard, and her smile is radiant. My chest goes warm immediately. I’m home.
• Harper begins frantically waving the moment our eyes meet. She’s wearing jeans and a navy hoodie that says “Minneapolis Art Girls” across the front in cracked white letters. I already know there are probably specks of paint all over it. I grab the strap of my carry-on tighter and weave through the crowd to get to my little artist.