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“Good for you. Does that mean you get to ignore the consequences that naturally come from such activities now that they’ve come up?”
Sunny’s frustration grew. “You don’t understand. Laura and the kid are both better off without me.”
Harper rolled her eyes. “That’s becoming more obvious by the minute. And how do you think the child will fair being adopted or fostered?”
Her words echoed his thoughts from earlier when he’d been talking with Ford. The deep sense of unease came back to him.
“She’s not keeping the baby herself?”
“No, she never wanted children either.”
“I thought you were going to help her?”
Harper studied him for several seconds. “I would have if she wanted to keep the baby, but I’m not going with her since she’s giving it up.”
Sunny jerked in surprise. If there was one thing he knew about Laura, it was how close she was to Harper and vice versa. “I don’t understand.”
He was shocked to see tears well up in her eyes. “I don’t want to leave. I have a job and friends and…and somewhere safe to live.”
“So she’s leaving by herself? Where will she go?”
“No idea.”
“But who will help her through this?”
Harper looked down at the ground. “I don’t know, but I can’t stand by and watch her give a child away like…like…” She stopped, a small choked sob coming out before she could clap her hand over her mouth.
Thoughts whirled in his head, but he shook them away. “I’m sorry, Harper. That’s her choice,” he said stepping around her.
“I think she’d keep it if she knew she didn’t have to do it alone.”
“I don’t want to be responsible for screwing up some kids life,” he said glancing back, but Harper stepped up beside him.
“So you want someone you’ll never know to do it instead?”
Sunny went rigid at her words. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means we’re all messed up whether we had good or bad families. All we can hope is that the next generation doesn’t have to go to therapy for the same things we do.”
“I’m sorry,” he said through gritted teeth. Changing his mind he went to the bunkhouse and threw his clothes into a duffle bag. He booked a flight on his phone before getting into the oldest truck on the farm that they hopefully wouldn’t miss for two weeks.
