HARPER'S POV
The second he turns around, I know.
The second his eyes meet mine, just before he walks away, I feel it in my chest. Like a stone dropping into my stomach. Heavy. Cold. Real.
He saw.
He saw me.
Not Hunter. Not the version I've been pretending to be. Not the mask I've been hiding behind since I got here.
Me. The woman
And he didn't say a word.
He just looked at me like he didn't know whether to scream or cry or throw something… and then he walked away.
He didn't ask questions. Didn't accuse me. Didn't yell.
Just walked.
And I—I couldn't stop him.
I wanted to. I thought I would. I thought I'd open my mouth, say something, anything, explain, lie, I don't even know. But nothing came out. My throat closed up, like my body just gave up trying.
