Chapter 15

• Harper's POV
• By the time I get home, the city lights have begun to blur behind the windowpanes and my feet are aching from too many hours on them. I kick off my shoes near the door and collapse onto the couch with a sigh that feels like it’s been trapped inside me for days. The apartment is quiet. Mark’s not back yet, and the silence, for once, feels like relief instead of a warning.
• I sit still for a moment, letting my shoulders sink into the cushions, then pull out my phone and open the app. Their messages are still there, waiting. I stare at them for a few seconds, heart beginning to drum low in my chest. It’s time to reply.