Chapter 4

I had no idea how long I'd been lying on the cold carpet. Harrison woke me up by splashing water on my face.

He had his arm around Samantha, whose cheeks were flushed. He looked down at me with a hint of smug satisfaction he couldn't hide.

"Sorry, Stephanie," Samantha said, clinging to Harrison's arm, her face full of pride. "The reason I threw up this morning was morning sickness, not your cooking."

Harrison was in a surprisingly good mood. It was rare for him to smile at me. He fished a deep blue velvet box out of his pocket.…