I turn over in bed again and the sheets twist around my waist.

My gaze finds the clock on the bedside table: 2:14 am.

I haven't slept a minute. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to sleep again. Every time I close my eyes, there is Harriet. Beautiful and perfect and broken Harriet. What happened to her? Why won't she tell me and let me fix it? Or if I can't, I can at least prove to her that I'm not going anywhere. There is nothing in her past that would keep me from her. So she was wild in her ...