Sohalia was unaware of Harper's change in status, or perhaps she never would have come, too shy to make a nuisance of herself or be a burden upon someone already in the midst of massive upheaval. As it was, it was bad enough to stand on the doorstep, her arm raised to knock, frozen and fearful as her mind played through all of the worst-case scenarios it could conjure. What if he wouldn't let her in? What if she told him what had happened and he kicked her out? What if she never saw Jude again?
In her heart of hearts, she couldn't believe that any of that would happen, but fear does things to a person.
So when the door opened, her heart leaped to her throat and she lowered her hand quickly, ducking her head instinctively as though to hide her injuries from Harper, prepared to make some excuse and leave - but then he was speaking in a calm, reassuring voice, and she peered up at him from beneath her lashes, and something about the fatherly way he ushered her inside was too much for the traumatized young woman. As the door closed behind her, she promptly burst into tears.
In her heart of hearts, she couldn't believe that any of that would happen, but fear does things to a person.
So when the door opened, her heart leaped to her throat and she lowered her hand quickly, ducking her head instinctively as though to hide her injuries from Harper, prepared to make some excuse and leave - but then he was speaking in a calm, reassuring voice, and she peered up at him from beneath her lashes, and something about the fatherly way he ushered her inside was too much for the traumatized young woman. As the door closed behind her, she promptly burst into tears.
