Chapter 67 The Visitor

• *Rafe*
• The second I step off the plane, my heart starts racing like I’m about to walk into the biggest game of my life. I don’t even care that I’m running on three hours of sleep and a terrible in-flight meal. I’m in Paris. I’m going to see Harper for the first time in weeks.
• Even though we talk all the time, and I see her face every day on my phone screen, nothing compares to being in the same place. It’s been so much harder than when I was in California.