Harper’s POV
The next morning, I wake up feeling utterly exhausted. My limbs feel like they are made of lead, and a dull ache throbs behind my eyes. The emotional rollercoaster of the past few days is taking its physical toll.
I drag myself out of bed and head down to the kitchen in an oversized, worn-out tee shirt and a pair of soft pajama shorts, desperate for a cold glass of water.
As I slog past the formal dining room, I notice Cade is already seated at the head of the long table. He’s dressed impeccably for the office, having his standard, disciplined breakfast of scrambled eggs and steamed veggies. He watches me shuffle past like a zombie, his dark eyes tracking my every move.
I fill a tall glass with ice water in the kitchen and start to carry it back toward the safety of my bed
