*Oliver*
I paced around my hotel room, keeping an ear out for the arrival of the media. They'd find me eventually. I called Harper, but her phone rang and rang until I got voicemail.
I glanced at the clock and realized how late it was. She was probably asleep. I wanted to talk to her, get her perspective, and let her know that our plans were temporarily paused.
I sent her a follow-up text message to call me when she could. Sighing and throwing my phone aside, I laid down and tried to get some sleep. Tossing and turning, I stared at the ceiling and walls in this dingy hotel room with a twin-sized bed until gray light filtered through the dusty curtain. I'd chosen a place where the press was less likely to find me; I'm sure they had all the decent hotels staked out. The paparazzi can be
