Chapter 18: A Breath Beneath the Oak Shadow, and the Undercurrent

Harper's POV

I woke twenty minutes before the alarm.

The night before, Clay's hand had rested on top of my head, and it seemed to still hold a little warmth. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking of the way he had looked at me at the very end, and something in my chest sat uneasily.

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