*Oliver*

I paced around my hotel room, keeping an ear out for the arrival of the media. They’d find me eventually. I called Harper, but her phone rang and rang until I got voicemail.

I glanced at the clock and realized how late it was. She was probably asleep. I wanted to talk to her, get her perspective, and let her know that our plans were temporarily paused.

I sent her a follow-up text message to call me when she could. Sighing and throwing my phone ...