Chapter 58

Harper's POV

“That was my grandmother’s,” he says, his voice so quiet it feels louder than a shout. “She gave me those glasses before she died.”

“I didn’t mean to drop it,” I say quickly, already crouching to reach for the towel on the counter. “I just slipped. I was trying to move the plates, and my foot caught. I’m sorry. I didn’t see—”

He cuts me off with a look, one sharp enough to stop the breath in my throat.

“That was one of the last things she gave me,” he says again, louder this time, his tone rising with every word. “You didn’t think to be more careful? You’re always clumsy, Harper, always distracted.”

My hands falter. I don't know whether to keep cleaning or back away. I can't seem to make my body move either way.

“I said I’m sorry,” I whisp