LILY'S POV
Harper was at the kitchen table when we got back.
Journal open. Coffee going cold beside her. The particular focused of someone who had been sitting in the same position for long enough that they'd stopped noticing the coffee had gone cold.
She looked up when we came in.
She looked at Mason first. Then at me.
Whatever she saw in both of us she didn't comment on. Just nodded once and looked back at the journal.
That was Harper.
"Owen's been calling you," she said.
"I left my phone in the car," I said.
"He called Mason's phone."
"I left mine too," Mason said.
Harper looked at us over the journal.
"Both of you left your phones in the car."
"Yes."
"Deliberately."
"Yes."
She looked at us for one more moment.
"Good," she said. Simply. And meant it.
I sat down across
