Austin
The aroma of fresh coffee permeates the air as I savor the steaming mug, its bold flavor jolting my senses. My friends' laughter echoes through the kitchen, a melody in our rustic ranch house. Cortland's words slice through the atmosphere.
"The sheriff will discuss the accident."
I groan, clutching the mug. "Can't we let it go?"
Emberlynn shoots me a look while Declan shakes his head. I appreciate their concern, but reminders of the track incident grate on my nerves.
As the others disperse, I motion for Cortland to follow. "Use Grandpa's office to work."
We weave through the living room, past the crackling stone fireplace, and down the hallway adorned with framed photographs chronicling generations of Myerses. Pushing open the oak door, I usher Cortland inside.
"Don't mock th
