*Harper*

“What are you doing here?” I asked when I realized it was Oliver standing before me.

“We should talk,” he said. He held an arm out to me. I took a step back, and he dropped his arm.

“Talk about what?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Everything,” he said.

“You want to talk, now? After ignoring me for days?” I asked, the anger rising in my blood.

“Harper, I’d like the chance to explain myself, ...