(Ridge)
Later that night, I was still on the couch when Mira turned off the TV.
"Come to bed," she said.
"I'm not tired."
"You've been staring at your phone for three hours. Come to bed."
I looked at her. She was right. Sitting here wasn't going to make Garrett call any faster.
I stood up. Followed her to the bedroom.
We got ready for bed. Changed. Brushed our teeth. The normal routine.
But nothing felt normal.
I lay down. Stared at the ceiling.
Mira curled up next to me. Put her head on my chest.
"Talk to me," she said.
"About what?"
"Whatever's in your head."
I was quiet for a minute. "I can't stop thinking about Harlow."
"What about her?"
I hesitated. Didn't want to worry her. But she deserved to know.
"Someone's watching her."
Mira sat up. "What?"
"Friday. At one of
