Hardin’S POV

I walk over to the door of my bedroom with a tray of food in my hand. Yesterday, I had managed to make her get out of the closet and we ate breakfast together, though in dead silence. I know she’s going to throw a tantrum, so the least I can do is bring food for her.

I knock at the door and a few moments later, she comes and opens it, dressed up in my clothes which happen to be a pair of shorts and t-shirt. My heart swells up with emotions and I just smile as I ...