Harper’s POV
“What do you mean we’re skipping town?” my dad asks, his voice trembling. “We’ve lived here all our lives.”
I let out a heavy sigh, preparing to drop the anvil of our reality onto them. “Vinnie found out where I work and cornered me outside my job today.”
Michelle gasps, covering her mouth in terror. “Oh, no.”
“He even beat up my friend Evan in broad daylight,” I add, my voice hollow. “Smashed his face in with brass knuckles.”
Dad’s face turns red as his brows furrow in anger. “Did he touch you?”
“No, but he gave us a new forty-eight-hour deadline to pay him ten grand or they’re coming after us,” I answer solemnly.
He paces frantically in front of the couch. “I told him we don’t have that kind of money.”
“He doesn’t care,” I respond, my tone deadpan. “Which is why we n
