Chapter 4He knew he was avoiding the inevitable.
Noah had always had issues with taking charge of situations. He wasn’t a leader, not back in school, not at the diner. He just went through the motions of his life, never feeling the need to fan his name about. To be noticed was not among his goals. More ensemble than lead, a supporting player even on his own stage. Except now that he’d come to Cane’s Inlet, he’d been forced into a starring role. Trouble was, he didn’t know his lines.
Two days had passed since he’d moved into his room at the Breeze, as he’d discovered the locals called it. He’d done simple things like stock his half-fridge with everyday foods like yogurt, milk, cheese, fruit, frozen dinners, and in the cabinet above the desk he put cereal and coffee, the basics which would
