Harper’s POV
I stare down at my phone, as I have been for the last three hours, re-reading the text over and over again.
I’m so sorry I haven’t come to see you. Let me apologize in person? Can I come over after school?
Yes, I replied immediately. Of course.
And then, nothing.
School let out two hours ago.
I should have just gone back today. I haven’t had any more fire-related incidents, and I’ve felt more or less stable. I was waiting for this, I suppose—for either Effie or Jack to reach out to me.
I could have reached out to them, I know. But my pride didn’t let me. What did I do that I need to apologize for? I still can’t believe Effie is acting this way.
Anyway, Jack finally did, and it made my heart soar with relief.
But now he’s not here.
“Harp?”
I glance toward my doo
