-Carter-
I stared at a sleeping Harper. Her eyes were still puffy, her cheeks tearful, and her hair looked messy, even in a ponytail. The sight of her didn't break my heart—no! On the contrary, it stimulated my renewed rage and motivation to fight. I clenched my fists and breathed deeply, trying to calm myself down enough not to break anything in Oliver's house.
"I'll sort it out, baby. I'll sort it out." I promised, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
Harper sighed shakily but didn't wake up. I covered her with a blanket and left her in her room, closing the door quietly behind me. In the corridor, I stood leaning against the wall and grunted, rubbing my eyes from exhaustion. Her breakdown lasted a good thirty minutes, during which time I held her in my arms in the backseat of the rente
