Chapter Thirty-One
Paisley
The old summerhouse was dark when my headlights arced across the front of it, illuminating the dormer windows peeking out like eyes in the night. Disappointment settled inside me, churning into the worry that had been chasing its tail in my thoughts.
I was positive my brother might’ve been here. Okay, maybe not positive, but reasonably confident. We used to spend summers here back when everything seemed easier. Those halcyon days felt a million miles away in the rainy darkness.
I turned off my headlights and left my rental car running because it was cold and raining.
“Where are you?” I muttered into the darkness.
Getting a call from my brother's friend had me deeply worried. The relief I'd felt at realizing my father finally knew what was going on had quick
