Kathryn's Point of View
Elijah’s footsteps fade upstairs, and a door slams shut. The silence that follows is deafening.
I have no idea how long I have been standing alone at the sink, just staring out of the window. Elijah’s last words keep echoing in my head. I still hear his frustration, his pain.
"Well, then maybe you never did."
My jaw clenches, and I close my eyes, my fingers tightening around the edge of the counter.
He was right. As much as it stung… he was right. He has been the one fighting for our family, calling in favors, putting himself in the line of fire. And me? I’ve been waiting. Holding my breath. Angry and afraid, but… not doing anything about it except taking it out on Elijah...
I let out a shaky breath, brushing away a tear with the back of my hand.
On the isla
