Chapter 156

Harper

After breakfast, Fiona didn’t let us leave empty-handed. She moved around with quiet purpose, packing food and water into our backpacks like she’d done it a thousand times before. Enough for a few days, she said. Just in case.

We thanked her—both of us, more than once. It didn’t feel like enough, but it was all we had. We talked a little longer after that, nothing dramatic, just the kind of