Chapter 30

Harlow

By the time we get home, Mia’s asleep in her car seat, my ankles are swollen enough to make me irrationally angry at gravity, and Beckett has gone so quiet beside me that the whole truck feels like it’s holding its breath.

I wait until he gets Mia inside and settled in the living room before I follow with my laptop bag and the folder Greta sent us home with. The minute I step through the ki