"I killed him."
"Harper, look at me!"
She shook her head. "I killed him."
The voice became louder. "Harper, Look at me! For once."
She blinked as the blurry figure finally came into focus.
Rhett.
Harper stared at him and for the first time since he had entered the room, Rhett looked genuinely frightened and it's not because of the body but because of her.
He had seen Harper angry.
He had seen her being sarcastic, laughing, insulting people, stealing food from Martha's kitchen, arguing with him, rolling her eyes at everything he said, and walking away from him like he wasn't worth another second of her time.
He had never seen this. Her hands were trembling and her face had lost almost all of its color.
Her hair was messy from the struggle, tears covered her cheeks, and one of her
