The Withheld Number

Harper’s POV

“Lachlan, stop standing there and look under the bed. We need to leave in fifteen minutes,” I instructed him, but he looked completely out of it, his hair still a mess and his eyes still half-closed.

I let out a deep breath. “Did you even get some sleep yesterday?”

I kneeled down and looked under the bed to see if he had left anything there before standing right back up, only to be me