agreed with me.”
There it was again.
As though David’s agreement transferred ownership.
“David doesn’t own this house.”
Harper shoved the tape measure into her bag and stormed out.
I called a locksmith.
By three o’clock that afternoon, my bedroom door had a heavy-duty deadbolt.
When I left home, I locked it.
At night, I locked it.
I never imagined I would need a lock on my bedroom door in my own house, but I had also never imagined somebody would walk into it and start measuring where to put
