Chapter 100

Harper

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring beside my bed. that same awful song. I'd meant to change it a hundred times but never did. Now it just felt like the soundtrack to my exhaustion.

I groaned and dragged an arm across my face, blinking against the faint light sneaking through the curtains. The room was quiet—too quiet. For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the