AMELIA POV

I made it to Harper's apartment this time. She opens the door before I can knock.

"I saw you pull up." She ushers me inside. "You look like hell."

"I feel like hell."

Her apartment is warm. Lived-in. I sink onto her couch and don't move.

Harper brings me tea. I don't drink it.

"He believes me." The words come out flat. "He saw the evidence. He Knows it's all fake."

"That's good, right?"

"He doesn't know if love is enough." I stare at the tea. Watch steam rise and disappear. "If he ...