Chapter 20

After rolling around in the sheet that night, I picked up the gun he'd carelessly left on the nightstand. He seemed used to me playing with it by now. He didn't stop me, just leaned lazily against the headboard. "You really like that gun, don't you?" he said. "You know how it is," I replied. "Ever since that incident, I haven't felt safe." "Check under your pillow." Half skeptical, I reached under the pillow and felt something cold and hard. It was a handgun, identical to Harvey's. I threw myself into his arms, delighted. He ruffled my hair. "Happy now? Though yours isn't loaded yet." "Who keeps a gun under their pillow? That's terrifying." He pinched my cheek and teased me for being timid. Everything was falling into place. We'd reached the final piece. Harvey fell into a deep sleep beside me. I watched the dim morning light outside the window, gripped the gun in my hand, and left through the thick fog of dawn. I didn't know if I'd alerted the bodyguards. They moved like