“Thank you, Harper. Really.” Not just for offering to talk to Justin, but having her brother’s back. He didn’t say it all out loud though, because it was clear that she understood him just fine.
“Don’t thank me yet,” she said flippantly, obviously trying to make light of it as she turned around and walked out of the greenhouse. 19
“Tell me everything,” Harper said when she swept into the house like a tornado.
“There’s not much to tell,” Wyatt said, but she eked it out of him anyway over the course of the afternoon, holed up in his bedroom with a container of chocolate mint ice-cream and a pack of Oreos. Harper liked to crumble them up and mix them through her melted ice-cream and then drink the whole thing from her bowl, which was gross as hell. Wyatt ate his ice-cream and Oreos separately, like nature and God intended.