Holly woke the next morning feeling drained. The emotional weight of the past few days had left her restless, and even after her conversation with Jack last night, the uncertainty still hung over her like a storm cloud. She lay in bed for a while, staring at the wooden beams on the ceiling of her lodge room, trying to make sense of the mess in her head.
Jack had opened up, at least partially. She knew now what had been eating at him—the guilt, the pain he carried from his brother’s death. But even though he’d let her in for a fleeting moment, Holly couldn’t shake the feeling that he was still holding back, still hesitant to let her see all of him.
And then there was Rachel’s job offer. The email from last night was still fresh in her mind, the words playing on a loop like a broken record
