Chapter Fifty-Six

Harlow

It’s been three weeks since the hospital. Three weeks since I walked out into daylight and told myself I was free. And I am. Technically. But some days it still feels like I’m stuck there, in that room, or hiding inside of that tree, a place where time didn’t exist, where breathing hurt and every sound felt like a warning.

Beckett keeps saying we’re okay that I’m safe. That he’s not letting