Chapter 89

Harper

We drove in silence for the rest of the ride, the hum of the engine and the faint sound of rain tapping against the windshield filling the quiet space between us. By the time we reached Wolfcreek, the city was mostly asleep—streetlights flickered softly, painting the wet pavement in gold and silver. The air outside was cool, carrying the faint scent of rain-soaked asphalt and pine from the