Harper’s POV
The next morning, I wake up slowly, surfacing from the deepest, most relaxing sleep I’ve had in months.
For a moment, I just lie there, tangled in the incredibly soft, expensive silk sheets of my new bed. I stare up at the vaulted, gold-painted ceiling, and the crushing events of yesterday come rushing back. The loan sharks. The bus station. The positive pregnancy test.
I place a hand flat against my stomach, a huge wave of relief washing over me. My family is safe, and we didn’t need to run away. Michelle gets to stay in school, and Dad gets one last chance to turn his life around in a secure, beautiful home. And more than anything, I’m relieved the weekend is finally here so I can just breathe.
Then, the memory of Cade in this very room last night flashes behind my eyes.
