Chapter 52

Harper's POV

I rush through the door and the moment it closes behind me, the sting in my arm worsening with every heartbeat. The blood’s already soaking through the thin material of my sleeve, sticky and hot against my skin. I move fast, straight to the kitchen, opening drawers, rummaging through cabinets in a flurry that’s quickly turning frantic.

The first aid kit is missing.

Of course it is. Why  did I expect something different this time?

I glance up at the cupboard above the refrigerator and feel my stomach twist. It’s always there. Always on the top damn shelf where I can’t reach it without dragging out the stool. No matter how many times I tell Mark it needs to be accessible in an emergency, he still insists on storing it where only someone over six feet tall or with a ladder can reach it. It's like he