Chapter Twenty-Two
Harper
I stood by my windows pacing while Stanley paced alongside me, his eyes flicking up to me every so often. Stanley was picking up on my restlessness because I’d texted Alex this morning and told him I couldn’t make it for our run. I’d said I didn’t feel well, which was completely true. I’d barely slept and was an emotional mess. I was still frustrated he hadn’t talked to me about his plea deal, but I was equally as frustrated, if not more so, with myself for not handling any of this calmly.
If there was one thing I’d thought I’d achieved in the aftermath of my life shattering in the span of roughly a half an hour four years ago, I thought it had been calm. Daisy teased me that I was the steady friend, the one she turned to for rational, reasoned advice. I felt a
