(Camden)
It was bad enough that Adam was here, why did Garrett have to show up as well, and if I knew anything about my youngest brother was the his little toy wouldn't be far behind him, and I didn't want Margret anywhere near Harper. I was worried it would start a blood war, Margret knew how to push people's buttons, and Harper was more like a nuclear weapon, one wrong move and she would detonate and everyone within a 2000 miles radius would feel it. Garrett had tried to approach, he wanted to talk. He wasn't going to stop until I did. I wanted to get her out of here, she pulled back and Garrett saw his opening. He approached with his hands in his pockets. Garrett himself posed no threat to Harper, the boy hated violence, made him physically sick. Harper would beat up him the street and back down again. Poor kid, he looked to me and then his eyes flicked down to Harper. She shifted beside me, ever impatient to know what was going on.
