RAVEN POV
I woke up at five in the morning with a plan and no real idea how to carry it out.
The plan itself was simple. Set up a proper workspace. Organize my gear. Map out the first week of shoots.
The problem was Colton. Or more accurately, the look on his face last night. The anger. The pain he tried to freeze over.
We don’t need her help.
I pulled on jeans and a sweater, poured myself coffee, and left before Mom could wake up. I needed quiet. Space. Time to think without her worried looks or Skye hovering over my shoulder.
The old family cabin was about twenty minutes into the territory, hidden deep in the woods. Dad used to come here when he needed to work without distractions. According to Skye, no one had touched it since he died. No one wanted to be the one to go through his
