Chapter 34 What’s Left After War
“When the storm clears, you don’t always recognize what’s left standing.” One Day Later- The clubhouse smelled like smoke, bleach, and blood. The bodies were gone. The gates were welded back into place. Fresh rounds were loaded. But peace? That hadn’t arrived yet. Ace stood at the edge of the lot, staring at the empty quarry horizon, cigarette burning low between his fingers. Sami stood in the doorway behind him, watching his back—wide shoulders tense, like he hadn’t stopped bracing for an attack that wouldn’t come. She hadn’t spoken to him since they left the quarry. Not really. There was too much between them. Too much silence. She finally stepped forward. “Ace.” He didn’t turn. “You sleep?” “Not really.” “Didn’t think so.” She came up beside him. The wind blew through her ho
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