Harlow Valentine had a problem.
Not the normal kind of problem, like running out of her favorite strawberry lip gloss or accidentally dyeing her uniform skirt pink in the wash. Not even the medium kind of problem, like Cassidy starting a fight in the hallway or Vivienne scheduling a mandatory family meeting at six in the morning because she'd discovered inefficiencies in their breakfast routine.
No. This was a Harlow-specific problem. The kind that made her chest tight and her smile wobble at the edges and her brain loop the same thought over and over like a broken record stuck on the worst possible track.
Isaiah was going to meet Mother on Thursday.
Alone.
