Chapter Forty-Six

Beckett

The clearing is quiet in that heavy, wrong way. The kind of quiet that feels like it’s waiting for something to break. Wind slides through the trees, and the cold bites every inch of exposed skin. I barely notice it. Harlow is shaking in my arms, wrapped in my coat, her head tucked under my chin like she’s trying to disappear inside me.

I’d put her inside my chest if I could. I’d rip my ri