Chapter Seventy-Eight

Harlow

The van slows as we pull into the station lot, and everything in me tightens at once. I feel Beckett shift beside me, even though he is holding me so close it is like he is afraid I will slip through his fingers. Maybe I am afraid of that, too.

The doors swing open and cold air rushes inside, and I’m already halfway trying to step down even though my legs feel like they belong to someone