Harper
A few months later,
I had made some progress and was ready for this holiday. Tomorrow is going to be a big day. I looked at my suitcases and gleefully smiled.
“Harper!”
“Coming,” I shouted. I ran down the stairs. “What?” I scoffed.
Sam has been my bodyguard. This was not by choice. It was annoying. I preferred the other guard, though I don’t remember his name. He never talked much. Unlike Sam, who takes every chance to speak.
“You have a visitor,” he said. “Make it quick. We have to leave soon. I’m not getting in trouble because of you.”
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