The next morning dawned with a heavy stillness over the pack house. The sky was gray, as if mirroring the somber mood within the walls. Jeffrey woke early, exhausted from the emotional toll of the previous day. He had spent the night in a restless sleep, his dreams filled with memories of Kenneth—his laughter, the warmth of his touch, and the sound of his voice. Each memory had cut deeper, reminding him of what he had lost.
Sighing, Jeffrey sat up, rubbing his eyes before running his hands through his hair. He could feel the grief lingering like a storm cloud, but he knew he couldn't afford to let it consume him. There was too much to do, too many responsibilities waiting for him.
He dressed quickly, glancing at the clock. It was still early, but he knew that Gavin and the others would a
