(Cassidy)
I went to find Harlow in the afternoon.
I knocked on her door and waited. A few seconds passed before Asher opened it. He looked at me and stepped back.
I stepped inside.
Harlow was in the middle of the section surrounded by bags and boxes from the delivery, holding up a dress and trying to decide where to put it. She looked up when she saw me.
"Perfect timing," she said. "Tell me where this goes."
"I don't live here," I said.
"You have eyes," she said. "Bedroom or living room chair."
"That's not how that works," I said.
She threw it over the back of the chair and moved on to the next bag.
Asher disappeared into the bedroom with a stack of boxes.
I sat down on the edge of the couch that wasn't covered in shopping bags and let the afternoon settle around us. Harlow kept
