Harlow stepped out of the sunken bath, her long wet hair clung to her naked back, leaving droplets of water on the floor as she walked towards the door. It had been four days since deciding she would help Caleb cross, regardless of her love for him. Four long, hard, depressive days filled with tears, ice cream, and poor personal hygiene.
She had woken that morning, caught sight of her matted hair, tear swollen face, and the nightshirt filled with four days of creases, and decided enough was enough. She had stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself in all her gruesome, heartbroken glory and given herself a good talking too, before running herself a bath. It was okay to mope and feel sorry for yourself for a while but dragging that out for days on end just wasn’t what Harlow did a
