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CHAPTER 123: GHOSTS OF THE FALLEN

HARPER'S POV

I wake up to cold sheets beside me. My hand reaches across the cot before my brain even catches up, fingers brushing nothing but empty space. No warmth. No trace of him. He's gone.

For a moment, I just stare at that spot, my chest tightening. Last night feels like some fever dream...