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"You what?" I attacked, not letting her speak.

She lowered her gaze to the floor. "It was complicated," she croaked.

"Of course, it is. When is it ever NOT complicated with you?"

"Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?"

I didn't answer. Instead, I said, getting to my feet. "You should leave, Harp. I'm really tired of arguing with you, and to be frank, I don't even wanna talk to you right now."

"I don't wanna talk to you either. You're unreasonable."

I laughed. It was ironic. I'm unreasonable. She really needed to listen to herself talk. "I'm glad we understand each other," I said, heading for the door. "I think it's time you left," I held the door open for her. I couldn't stand talking to her for a second later.

After a minute, Harper stepped out of the room, stopping at the entrance where I stood, leaning against the door. She held my gaze for more than a minute, the intensity building between us slowly. "Have a good night then," she said blankly before walking out.

I lingered at the door for a while, watching her go before shutting it behind her. I walked toward my bed and crashed into the soft sheets with a loud sigh. My thoughts drifted to the little girl downstairs. It was strange—the idea that she was my daughter.

But not knowing her all this time was incredibly annoying, and I couldn't seem to calm the rage inside of me. How could Harper have done that to me? How could she have hidden a child from me? Three knocks resonated through the room an hour later, and I climbed out of bed to answer. My only guess was Carl. I had texted him earlier to tell him I was returning today so he could have our rooms ready upon arrival. I hurried to the door and quickly unlocked it.

The door swung open, and to my wildest surprise, it was Harper again. I frowned. "What are you doing here?" I was so quick to ask, my tone laced with irritation. "I thought I told you I don't wanna talk…." The rest of my words were caught in my throat as my eyes caught the little girl next to her. It was the same girl from before, and taking a closer look at her now. She looked exactly like Harper—copy and paste, only smaller.

My eyes lingered on the little girl, who was staring at me too. Her eyes were curious and fixated on me, like she was studying me.

What was going on?

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Harper

Everything had gone completely wrong in less than an hour, and as I left Logan's room. I couldn't help but wonder when he would get over it—when we would get over this fight. He sounded pretty hurt. He didn't have the right to be mad. Well, actually, he did, but not to that extent. He had taken it farther than I could have imagined.

I stole six years from him? What? How could he even say that when he was the one who left? It was driving me crazy. I had been hoping for more understanding from him, but there was none of that. As always, it was about him—what he missed and not why he missed it. How dare he?

I admit that it must have hurt him to find out about Cassie like this. This wasn't how I imagined telling him about Cassie either, but I never meant to keep her from him. That was never the plan. Things had only ended up that way because of him and the way he treated me. Yet, somehow he still had the nerve to come at me, playing the victim.

I smirked. He was no victim. This was more of his fault than it was mine.

The anger rattled me from the inside as I hurried down the hallway. I couldn't believe things had turned out this way after such an amazing time. It was upsetting. Everything had fallen apart all over again. And although I was glad to have Cassie, I couldn't help but feel some kind of anger toward Amanda.

Why would she make some huge decision to fly Cassie here? Even if something had “happened” to me or I was in real danger, flying Cassie halfway across the country was not a smart move. I sought through the lobby, searching for them among the other guests. I finally spotted them seated at the corner of the room, and I made my way to them.

Cassie spotted me a few feet away, and she sprang to her feet again. "Mom," Cassie rushed towards me, hugging me tightly. "I missed you."

"Me too," I bent a little, running my fingers through her soft hair and pressing a kiss on her forehead.

"Was that the baseball player you're working with?" she asked inquisitively, widening her gaze and seeming very interested.

"Mmh-mmh," I nodded, darting my eyes to Amanda. She was standing behind Cassie, watching us.

"Oh ok," she mumbled. "Are you mad at him?" she questioned, and I shifted my gaze to her. There was some look in her eyes, but I couldn't decipher it.

"No. Why would you ask that?"

She shook her head. "He looked kinda mad earlier."

"He's always mad," I laughed. "Anyways, can you give me a minute? I want to talk to Amanda alone."

"Okay. I'll go sit over there."

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