Chapter 71 The Crack In The Bond
- The scent of coffee, pine, and morning bread filled the packhouse kitchen. But none of it reached Mason, Rosy, or Lily.
- They sat in heavy silence, still processing the letter that had since turned to ash in the fireplace. The embers glowed faintly, as if echoing the tension that hung between them.
- The sound of footsteps broke the hush—uneven, tired, but familiar.