I grabbed my shirt and dove for his walk-in closet, pulling the door almost closed and pressing myself against the wall in the darkness. My heart hammered so loud I was sure Harper could hear it through the door.
I heard James moving, probably pulling on pants, then the sound of his bedroom door opening slightly.
"Hey, sweetheart," his voice came, remarkably calm. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just—" Harper yawned. "I thought I heard something. Wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Just dropped my phone," he lied smoothly. "Sorry if I woke you."
"It's okay. You going back to sleep?"
"Yeah, was just about to."
"Okay. Night, Dad."
"Night, Harper."
The door closed. Footsteps retreated down the hall.
I counted to sixty before emerging from the closet on shaky legs. James was sitting on
