-Harper-
I sat tiredly on the floor, staring at the piles of papers, leaflets, photos, and samples. I didn't know where to put my hands or where to put my head, but I certainly knew where my heart was. With a guy who confessed his love for me and turned my world upside down, although he was over a thousand miles away, getting ready to pick up his wife. I leaned back on the couch, tilted my head back, and howled like a genuinely frustrated woman.
"Why me? Why do I have to be the third one, the brave one, and the one who has to suffer?" I almost screamed, angry at myself, at Carter, but most of all at the world.
I stretched my legs on the carpet, kicking the papers on the floor even more, disarraying them. George was supposed to help me, but when you ask someone for help at the last minut
