The sky wept as Grace tore down Old Mill Road, rain soaking her cloak and matting her hair to her face. She hadn't told anyone. She didn't trust anyone—not anymore.
Not after the silence.
Not after the unanswered calls.
Not after Johnson's heart stopped beating behind sealed doors.
The warehouse appeared through the mist, leaning and crumbling like it, too, had lost a child.
She pushed the door open.
Voices echoed from inside.
“…I didn't plan for this," Ethan said.
“You didn't stop it either," came Caroline's voice—tired, bitter.
“You think I wanted her to find out like this?" Ethan growled.
“She found out because you never let go of me, Ethan."
Grace moved closer, heart pounding, each step a crack in her ribs. Through a broken plank, she saw them.
Caroline stood near a crate,
