Chapter Eight

Harlow

I hold my hand over my mouth as I try to quietly rush up the steps, making my way up to the floor above Beckett’s as tears stream down my cheeks. I’m holding back a sob, terrified that I’m going to give myself away but right now I can’t do this.

*Why?* I can’t help but wonder as I step onto the top of the landing and lean my back against the wall, sliding down until my butt hits the floor.