Harper’s POV
I’ve been back for a month, and frankly, I wish I was anywhere else.
I want to bask in my heartache. I want to try to understand why Jack left me, and I want to figure out what the hell I’m going to do when I turn eighteen.
But I can’t do any of that. All I can do is argue with my parents about the war that’s broken out around us.
“You’re too young to be involved in this,” Mom tells me for the thousandth time that evening over the same f*****g dinner we always eat—roasted rabbit over the fire. We’re not in the same camp the Farnethian HQ-ers first moved to—we’ve hopped around the NZ countryside enough to evade the people looking for us—but it’s all starting to feel the same. “All of you.”
“Well, given that the universe expects me to make the most important decision of
