The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across Snowfall Valley as Jack walked through the quiet streets, his hands buried in his coat pockets and his thoughts swirling in endless circles. The weight of his argument with Holly lingered in his chest like an unrelenting ache, and no matter how much he tried to push it aside, he couldn’t stop replaying the look of hurt on her face when she’d walked away.
He was angry—angry at himself for letting his jealousy get the better of him, angry at Lucas for showing up and throwing a wrench into everything, and, if he was being honest, angry at Holly for not telling him about Lucas sooner. But underneath the anger was something deeper, something harder to face: fear. Fear that he had ruined the one good thing in his life. Fear that Holly might decide
