Chapter 237

Harper

I looked from Dane to the room again—the familiar walls, the familiar beds, the soft glow from the lamp on my roommate’s nightstand. Everything looked exactly the same as the morning we left for the ski trip. Her blanket still thrown halfway off the mattress, her shoes still kicked under the edge of the bed like she always left them.

My chest tightened.

Do they know I’m missing?

And if they