Chapter 91: While Brent Was Gone
The drive back from the community center felt longer than it should have. Brent kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the seat beside him, fingers tapping in a slow, restless rhythm. The photograph sat on the dash, the edges curling slightly as it dried in the sun.
He replayed the board meeting in his mind — their fear, their resolve, the moment they finally understood the truth he’d been carrying alone.
But none of that mattered as much as getting home.
Back to Emery.Back to Jonah.Back to the cabin that no longer felt untouched.
He pressed the gas a little harder.
At the cabin…
Emery stood at the kitchen counter, staring at the mug in her hands like it might steady her. The morning light filtered through the windows, soft and pale, but it
