The morning sun was just beginning to burn away the chill, streaks of gold cutting across the gravel as Beth and I stepped out of the Shed. The door shut behind us with a heavy thud, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t flinch at the sound. Liam was behind us now—his shadow, his grip, his poison. We had faced him. We had taken back what he stole.
It wasn’t his peace. It was ours.
Beth walked beside me, her shoulders straighter than I’d seen in weeks. The silence between us wasn’t heavy anymore—it was steady, like the quiet after a storm. I glanced at her, the question rising before I could stop it.
“So… what’s next for you?”
Her lips curved into a small, thoughtful smile. “Home,” she said. “I’ll be heading back with my family in a few days. Breaker and I still nee
