Chapter 191

Declan

I lay there for a while with Harper tucked against me, one arm draped loosely around her waist, the other resting beneath her head. The room was quiet in that soft, early-morning way, the kind of quiet that doesn’t feel empty but full—full of stillness, of breath, of the slow rhythm of someone sleeping beside you. I watched her chest rise and fall, steady and calm, like nothing in the world