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“That’s funny. Your sister said something similar about a week ago.”

“You’ll get her back,” he tells me. “I know, Parker. You’ll get her back.”

We catch up for a few more minutes, making a date to meet up for beers next week, before hanging up. I’m still sitting on theside of my bed when I remember something Sawyer said…only person who might be able to give you a hand is Harper.

I open up a text chat to my mystery texter from earlier in the week.

QUINN:

Harper? Is this you?

907-555-1623:

Will not confirm or deny.

QUINN:

Do you know what happened? The video on TikTok?

907-555-1623:

Yes. I know.

QUINN:

When you talk to her, will you tell her that I love her? Tell her that I’ll wait for her? No matter how long it takes for her to stop being mad, I’ll wait. I don’t want to be with anyone else in the world but her. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it to her.

907-555-1623:

I’ll tell her.

QUINN:

Thanks, Harp. I owe you one.

907-555-1623:

FYI: I take payment in babysitting.

It’s definitely Harper.I chuckle to myself as I type up a reply.

QUINN:

Sign me up. Anytime.

907-555-1623:

Saturday after next. 6-9pm. Rooting for you, Quinn.

QUINN:

I’ll be there. Thanks, again, Harp.

“You’ll get her back,” I whisper to myself, a hopeful echo of Sawyer’s words to me.

Fuck, I hope so,I think, as I put my phone away and get back to packing.

It’s time to go back to Skagway.