opportunity nasty to every person she came into contact with when she was a kid. Judging by my current frigid trek through the snow, she hadn’t changed one damn bit. I smirked as my rubber boots plowed through the deep snow drifts on the sidewalk, finding it hard to believe that Harper might actually be in the Denver homeless shelter I was looking for in one of the nastiest blizzards we’d seen in a long time. Apparently, she’d run away after her parents had finally set their foot down on her endless spending of money she hadn’t earned. They’d taken away her credit cards, her brand new car
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