Third person POV
The drive to Moonstone was quiet.
Lance had taken it more times than he could count, but never like this. The mountain road wound through mist and pine, sunlight flickering between the branches, and he couldn’t stop thinking about Nolan’s voice on the phone that night—the raw honesty, the grief woven through every word.
It had changed something in him.
He’d always thought of Nolan as untouchable, made of ice. But hearing the truth about their parents—how their father’s ambition and their mother’s pride had crushed the boy Nolan had been—left Lance with a weight he didn’t know how to carry.
He had wanted to hate his brother for so long. It was easier that way.
But hate didn’t fit anymore. Not when the truth left him staring at the wreckage of a family that had never r
