“Hey.” I try to grab her so she doesn’t leave, but she’s too fast. “There’s nothing to figure out. It’s you and me, Harper. You, me, and the girls.”
“Until your mom gets on board, I don’t know.”
She turns and leaves.
As if this day couldn’t get any worse, Harper is leaving.
And this time, I don’t know if she’ll be the one coming back.
Chapter Thirty-One
HARPER
Ihate this. It’s only been a few days since I saw Marcus and the girls, but I miss them. I miss them more than I ever thought possible.
It’s the worst feeling. Some freak accident and his mother found out about us. She kept screaming that I left.
If I wasn’t missing all of them so much, I might dig deeper into what she meant. But I don’t care right now.
All I want is to be in Marcus’s arms, watching Bluey and listening to the girls giggle about their days.
I shouldn’t have fallen for them this hard. I should have protected my heart.
How could I possibly do that when Marcus has had it all this time?
It’s an endless loop my head is stuck in. With taking a few days off school to recuperate, I don’t even have the distraction of teaching to get through.
Just me and my misery.
He’s called and texted, but the last thing I want to do is get my hopes up that everything will be okay when he really can’t lose any more family.
I don’t want to ignore him, but I can’t talk to him.
I hate it.
A knock at my front door has me leaping off the couch. My heart falls at seeing Rina standing on the other side.
“Wow. Don’t look so happy to see me.”
“Sorry.” I open the door wider for her to come inside. “I was hoping you’d be someone else.”
“Someone named Marcus?” She quirks a brow at me and sets the paper bag in her arms down on the table.
“Wishful thinking, I know.”
Rina slips out of her jacket and hangs it on the hook by my front door. “Have you talked to him since the accident?”
I shake my head. “No. He has the girls to worry about.”
Rina winces.
“What?” I ask, emptying out the bag to take out containers of Mexican. “What’s that face for?”
“I hate to tell you this…”
“Tell me anyway.”
I cross my arms and lean my hip against the counter.
