*Oliver*

I brought the takeout food up to my bedroom only to find that it was empty. Harper had left some rumpled clothes on the bed, but her dress, purse, and shoes were gone.

So was she.

She hadn’t said anything at all; she’d just disappeared.

I went to my phone and checked for any messages, but she hadn’t sent me a text to let me know what was going on.

Worry crept in. If she left in a hurry without even saying goodbye, it could ...