The day after our walk, I found myself replaying every moment in my head. Nolan's quiet intensity, Jace's teasing grin, and the peace I felt being around them lingered longer than I expected. It was strange—comforting, even—to feel something other than fear or anxiety.
The morning sun streamed through my window, and I decided I needed to do something productive, something that made this cabin feel even more like mine. After a quick breakfast, I grabbed a notepad and started making a list of things I needed: groceries, a few more pieces of furniture, and maybe some plants to liven up the space.
The thought of going into town felt less daunting today.
I drove into Willowridge, the streets familiar now, though still holding an air of mystery. I parked near a small grocery store and headed
