Chapter 83

Harper

“That’s not all,” I said, my voice low at first, then firmer as I turned my whole body toward him, forcing him to meet my gaze. His eyes flicked to mine briefly, a quick glance, like he was measuring me, weighing my words before returning his focus to the road.

“I… I was left on a bridge when I was only ten years old,” I began, swallowing hard as the memory pressed against the edges of my m