KIERAN BLACKWOOD
The soft hum of the engine fills the silence inside the car as I drive toward the bar where Joseph, Scarlett's stepfather, was last seen.
Tension builds within me, and the thought of that bastard being free from prison haunts me like a persistent shadow.
He shouldn’t be free.
If Scarlett finds out, the terror she carries inside will bloom again. I can’t let her feel that way again.
Maybe if I handle this on my own, without telling her, I can protect her better. If Scarlett knows he's loose, it will devastate her.
My hands tighten around the steering wheel, the knuckles turning white.
I wonder if hiding this from her is the right decision.
Protecting means taking responsibility for keeping her world safe, even if I have to carry this truth alone.
I know exactly whe
