That one detail hits harder than anything else. Harper doesn’t leave things undone unless something is really wrong. I lean my shoulder against the wall, jaw tight, forcing myself to think.
Me
You did the right thing telling me. I’m proud of you. Can you remind her to make sure she drinks some water?
Connor
Yeah. She told me not to bother you though.
I huff out a quiet breath, something between a laugh and a curse.
Me
You’re never bothering me. Okay?
I don’t wait before texting Harper.
Me
Hey. Are you okay? Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?
The reply comes slower this time, and I can practically see her hesitating.
Harper
I didn’t want to make it a thing. And anyway, how did you…oh. Connor.
Me
Yeah. And I’m glad he did. Are you okay? Like—really okay?
There’s a pause long enough that my heart starts hammering harder.
Harper
I’m just not feeling great, H. I don’t think I’m sick. I’m just nauseous as fuck and you know, better out than in. I’m trying, but I don’t know how I’m going to pull off his party today if I keep feeling lousy. I feel badly letting him down but how am I supposed to be the hostess with the mostess when I feel like shit?
That’s it.
Decision made.
No debate.
No hesitation.
I push off the wall, already pacing.
Me
You don’t. New plan. I’ll take it from here.
Harper
Harrison—
Me
Nope. You’re done for today. You’re resting. Send some texts. Move the party to the arena. I’ll handle everything.
