Quinn
The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon when I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Lachlan, who was still sleeping peacefully beside me. The house was still quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the generator that kept the lights on and the air conditioning running. I padded across the cool tile floor, the laptop waiting on the desk in my room beckoning like a siren's call.
As I settled myself in the chair, the laptop screen casting a soft glow over my face, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had been building within me since Lachlan's confession the night before. I knew that I needed to confront the reality of the man I had come to know, to dig deeper into the darkness that had haunted his past and now seemed to threaten to consume his present.
I started
