(Harper’s POV)
I sat on the floor, not moving. If I moved, then I would have to pack, and once I had packed, then…
I didn’t want to move to the pack house; I had lived here in this house my whole life. Even when I go to University in September, it will be a local one so that I can drive home every night and sleep in my bed.
“Harper, sweetie.” I looked at Louise, who had kneeled beside me and was rubbing my back. “We should get started on some packing.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to,” I said, fresh tears welling up in my eyes, and Louise pulled me into a hug.
“I know, sweetie, I hate to say it, but I don’t think you have any choice right now.” She pulled away and smiled. “But plus side, we’ll be living together.” I smiled back and nodded my head. Louise helped me up off the floo
