“He’s upset,” whispered Granny. “I’ve upset him!”
“No, Granny, don’t worry, thank you so much! I’ll be back!” I said, scrambling to my feet and snatching the snow globe.
I hurried after Harper. He was standing on the small porch with his back to me and his arms folded.
“Harper,” I said softly.
“Let’s just go see Angie’s Mom and my…whoever those people are and get this all over with…” mumbled Harper.
“They’re still your parents, Harper! They took care of you! They raised you. They love you. That counts for something,” I reminded him.
Harper shrugged. He wiped a stray tear from his cheek. I pressed my forehead to his.
“I know you’re not exactly thrilled about all of this but…I…I’m so glad I found you. I think I loved you from the moment I met you and it didn’t make sense. Now it does,
