Chapter 79 The Homecoming

• *Harper*
• When I open the door two days later, the last person I expect to see standing there is Melody. Her hair is a mess, tangled around her face, and her clothes are wrinkled like she’s been sleeping in them for weeks. Her eyes are red, swollen, and wet. She’s shaking, clutching the door frame as if it’s the only thing keeping her upright.
• For a split second, I can’t move. I thought she was dead. I thought she had abandoned her baby forever. And yet here she is.