I don’t remember walking home that night.
My mind was too full, replaying my father’s words over and over, each repetition sinking like an anchor into my chest. Daniel knows… the truth about the accident.
The accident. The one that broke my father’s body and left him clinging to borrowed time.
The one I’d told myself was nothing more than a cruel chance. But now? Now the ground under me cracked wide open.
And yet, I still couldn’t bring myself to believe Pierce was at the center of it all.
It was too neat, too obvious. My gut said the truth was uglier, more complicated, and Daniel was somehow tied to it.
The next morning, I buried myself in work. Or tried to. The office, usually my refuge, now felt like a trap.
The eviction notice was still taped to the glass outside; I hadn’t had t
