Chapter Fifty-Five

Beckett

Harlow finally drifted off again. Curled into my side on the couch, breathing slow and soft. I didn’t dare move for a while. Not when her fingers were still fisted tight in my shirt like she was hanging on for air. So I just sat there, holding her, letting the room stay quiet.

I keep replaying that scene at the river, though. The way her body was laid out. Bound. Clean. Stilettos placed ju