Harmony POV
It was rare that I was the first one up but considering how my life had turned on its ear the night before, I wasn’t surprised. Slowly, I eased myself out of bed, careful not to disturb Natasha and Seth, and pulled on the old football jersey I’d left laying on top of my bag. The well-loved green and silver jersey was three sizes too big, hung off one shoulder, and came to mid-thigh. Natasha and I had found it in a thrift store in Cutler a couple of years before on a romantic weekend getaway. It was my go-to for just about everything. Lounging, sleeping, yard work, cleaning, and anything else that didn’t require I take care with my wardrobe choices. Grinning to myself, I plucked my clip off the dresser and quietly left the room. Downstairs, I twisted my hair into a barely-he
