Lila's POV
Confirmation came in bits and pieces over the following week, each one landing a little sweeter than the last. A guy Mia knew who ran freight up the eastern corridor mentioned seeing a caravan of Hardthorne bikes rolling out of state, colors stripped, like they were running from something instead of toward it.
Then there was also a text from an old contact at the clinic where Sarah was being treated, saying some man matching Grant's description had come by to "settle a few things" before disappearing entirely. Then nothing. No calls, no messages, no shadowy figures lurking outside my apartment. Just blessed, uninterrupted silence.
He was gone. Actually, finally gone. The bastard really loved his life. Good riddance.
I sat on my couch that night with a glass of cheap wine,
