Chapter 198

{Harper's POV}

I'd assumed Moretti had a plan.

He always did, some version of one, tucked away and ready no matter how bad things looked in the moment, and we'd survived enough disasters together now that the assumption had started to feel less like hope and more like fact.

So when the police grabbed us, cuffed us, and hauled us into the back of separate cars, some stubborn part of me kept expec