Chapter Forty – One – Lines We Crossed Quietly
The sun sat high above the clubhouse, warming the pavement and casting long shadows across the yard. Avery stood near the truck with Frankie, unpacking boxes filled with canned goods, hygiene kits, and blankets. They were halfway through setting up the tables for distribution when Frankie handed Avery a clipboard with a smirk. “Look at us,” Frankie teased, brushing her wild curls back. “Saints with dirty mouths.” Avery laughed softly and adjusted her sunglasses. “Don’t let Colt hear you say that. He still thinks we’re only moderately corrupted.” “He’s not wrong.” Avery grinned as she checked off the inventory, settling into the peaceful rhythm of their routine. But the moment shattered like glass the second she turned her head and caught sight of movement at the edge of the garage. R
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