Harper's POV:
Five million dollars.
The number kept repeating in my head like some kind of sick joke and I couldn't make it stop no matter how many times I blinked at the paper or tried to pretend I hadn't just been served with a lawsuit that would destroy whatever was left of my life.
"Let me handle this." Hardin's voice came from somewhere behind me but it sounded far away, like I was underwater and he was calling from the surface.
I folded the papers and shoved them back in the envelope because looking at them made my hands shake worse.
"You can't handle this," I said and my voice came out flat. "This isn't your problem."
"Harper..."
"I need to go." I walked past him toward the door and my legs felt like they might give out but I kept moving because if I stopped I'd fall apart ri
