Back home that afternoon, Harmony lingered in front of the mirror in her master bedroom, studying her reflection as if it might reveal some clue she hadn’t noticed before. She had spent the entire day ignoring Dillan’s relentless calls and texts, each ping on her phone a small spike of irritation she refused to entertain. So far, he hadn’t appeared at her house, at least not that she could tell, and for once she felt a flicker of relief that the morning’s chaos hadn’t spilled into the afternoon.
She shook her head lightly, a self-conscious smile tugging at her lips. Here she was, picking out an outfit to wear to the creek, as if she were a normal girl with normal routines. She perched on the edge of her bed, rubbing her temples. The reflection staring back at her was hardly “normal.”
She
