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Someone did try to open Harlow’s door later that night. Lying in the dark, she ignored the tapping that followed the rattle of the handle. She didn’t care who it was, or what they wanted. Unless the damn house was ablaze, nothing would rouse her from her bed.
After drifting off, her quality of sleep was good, which was something of a surprise. Waking up refreshed, she was renewed, a woman freed, though not from hiding. A lot of her questions seemed irrelevant in the light of the new day.
As she was awake before anyone else, she took the time to pamper herself in the shower. Still no one had surfaced by the time she was finished getting dressed. She didn’t rush, but got a lot done without seeing another soul.
Harlow cleaned up the kitchen and made breakfast. Even the table was laid a
