The drive to the water tower was silent, the weight of the encounter with Alec still hanging thick in the air. Logan's grip on the wheel was tight, his knuckles white as he tried to calm the fire still burning in his chest. Every time he glanced over at Grace, his stomach clenched—she sat stiffly, her arms wrapped around herself, her gaze fixed on the window as if looking anywhere else might break her.
Daisy sat in the backseat, her presence a quiet comfort, but even she wasn't speaking. She just placed a gentle hand on Grace's shoulder, grounding her, offering support in the way best friends did without needing words.
Logan parked his truck near the water tower, shutting off the engine as he turned to Daisy. "We'll be back soon."
Daisy just nodded, leaning back in her seat. "Take your
