Jack’s POV
The next few weeks fluctuate between feeling like a dream and a nightmare.
I spend almost every waking second with Harper, which, of course, is what makes it feel like a dream. She comes over every morning under the guise of working on schoolwork, though we spend most of our days talking about other things. Effie comes over after school most days, typically with illicit substances in tow, which we wake to the patio and indulge in. Haley and Meena probably notice, but don’t comment, which I’m grateful for. Really, I’m grateful to them for many things; without their kindness and generosity, God only knows where I’d be right now.
I can’t escape the feeling of guilt, though. If not for my state of being wheelchair-bound, Harper could have already started working with Kenton, whic
