Harper’s POV
It’s been three days since the fire, and I haven’t gotten out of bed.
Okay, I guess that’s a little overdramatic. I get out of bed to eat, drink, and pee. Mom and Dad ask me questions whenever I step into the kitchen, and I do my best to appease them before heading back to bed, staring up at the ceiling, and fighting back the tears.
It’s not just the fact that I started a fire again, and it’s not just the fact that Effie’s mad at me. It’s the combination of the two, and the fact that Jack hasn’t come to check on me.
Losing one best friend is bad enough. But two?
I want to hate him, but I can’t. Before we came back home, Dad told me that Jack was the one who suggested he try to find me at the beach. He does care, I realized then—at least enough to help them find me.
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