48 Accidents and Pain

Harper’s POV

I hurried to the door and listened for a moment. It seemed like their conversation wouldn't end anytime soon, which gave me a window of opportunity.

Opening the window, I felt the cold wind hit me. I glanced at my thin nightgown and tried searching through the cabinets for other clothes. Luckily, I found a shirt—not mine, but still much better than what I was wearing.

I pulled on the oversized men’s shirt, and though the pants were long, I rolled them up until the cold sensation disappeared a little.

The curtains were the kind I liked—pure white, long, and draping enough. I pulled down the left curtain and knotted it tightly to secure it. As for the chain on my ankle...

My eyes focused on a pair of pliers lying in the corner of the cabinet. I didn't know who had left them there, but I quickly used them to cut the chain.

No one outside noticed me, which was good. This was all too chaotic—none of us could face our true feelings. Last night, Marco's words weren’t something I