Chapter 11: The Quiet Aftermath
The silence in the study was profound, broken only by the crackling fire. Garrett was gone. Silas Finch had vanished into the blizzard, presumably to [more…]
The silence in the study was profound, broken only by the crackling fire. Garrett was gone. Silas Finch had vanished into the blizzard, presumably to [more…]
Six months later, on my thirty-fifth birthday, the Montana spring had finally arrived. The air outside was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp [more…]