Three stories above them, Henry stepped out onto Quinn's condo balcony with a mug of coffee he'd already forgotten was in his hand.
Inside, Quinn was arguing with Cade over whether pancakes counted as an acceptable dinner. Pierce had wandered into the debate purely to make it worse. Their voices drifted faintly through the open sliding door behind him, warm and familiar.
Henry barely heard them.
His eyes had settled on two figures walking below.
Scarlet.
Ward.
They were tiny from this distance, moving slowly along the shoreline, but he'd recognize either of them anywhere.
At first, he smiled.
It was instinctive.
Scarlet was laughing.
Not the loud, frantic laugh she'd worn to game night before everything exploded. Not the brittle smile she'd forced onto her face whenever someone a
