Chapter 124

Harper

I knocked on his door.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Then I stood there, listening.

Nothing.

I waited another minute, then another. The hallway felt too quiet, every second stretching thin. I lifted my hand to knock again, hesitated, and let it fall. My stomach twisted with a familiar kind of unease—like something was sitting just behind my ribs, telling me he should have answered by now.

After