-Harper-
My dad and I went to get some coffee before we sat in the waiting room, just talking a little and awaiting news. I really hoped Angela was going to be all right, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Archer. I wanted to inquire what had happened to him, but I didn’t want to push too far, fearing my dad might not want to disclose anything, either because he didn’t want to bother me with it or because he was trying to protect me.
Protect me from my own mate... it was a ridiculous thought, but I didn’t stay, did I? Had I stayed, it might have changed everything.
“We will get you someone to talk to,” he stated. “To help you through this in the best way.”
“Help me through it?” I retorted, with a hint of mockery.
“The k*dnapping, Harper. I know that it couldn’t possibly not leave so
