*Harper*

“Are you going to keep staring at your phone, or are you actually going to listen to his messages?” Shelly asked as she walked behind my chair in her kitchen.

I was sulking, checking my phone every time Oliver texted me and never reading them or responding.

I hadn’t gotten dressed yet, still hanging out in my pajamas and indulging in a few donuts from a box Shelly had picked up on her morning run.

“I don’t even know what he could ...