When Harper showed up for breakfast, I noticed she used the back stairs. She clearly didn’t want to see anyone, and I couldn’t blame her.
Many people were starting to blame her for coming between friends, but they didn’t understand the situation. They kept their thoughts to themselves when I was around, knowing it would be a mistake to speak up. Still, I couldn’t help but overhear conversations in the house and within the pack whenever I was out.
I understood that Harper didn’t want to be around anyone because she must have heard even more gossip than I did. People were likely saying things directly to her.
I knew I needed to be there for her now more than ever; she was completely alone. Her other friends, whoever they were, had stopped talking to her. Word had already spread that
