Her eyes widened. The color drained from her face.
“Harper,” she breathed. “Please.”
I did not let go of her hand.
“We loved you,” I said, my voice trembling. “We were going to be your family. Why did you run?”
She glanced toward the door. “I can’t talk about this here.”
Two days later, I confronted Julian at Logan’s soccer practice.
“I saw Aria,” I told him.
His face paled. “That’s not possible.”
“She’s Logan’s math teacher.”
He said nothing.
I held up the envelope. “You threatened her.”
“She wasn’t right for our family,” he muttered.
“She was a child.”
