Phoebe's POV
Harold stopped walking. "Honey, your clothes are dirty. No matter how urgent this feels, we need to head back to Starbrook Estate and get you changed first."
I could tell he knew that once I discovered what had happened, there'd be no way I'd quietly return home.
"Plus, we won't have to backtrack to reach Clearwater University. It's directly on our route," Harold continued.
I had no words for that logic.
The rigid mask I'd worn all morning finally slipped, and I shot him a withering look.
Harold seemed oddly pleased by my glare.
He always said I looked my most beautiful when I was animated and spirited.
It wounded him to see me with that frozen expression and distant eyes.
Harold stretched out his hand and messed up my hair. "Come on, let's head home, get cleaned up, change into fresh clothes, and have something to eat before we track down Chad, alright?"
I remained silent.
