The next morning came with the sound of wheels crunching against pine needles.

I was still sitting on the porch of the cabin, wrapped in Carter’s old flannel blanket, nursing a cup of tea Maria insisted would “clean my lungs and calm my fire.”

The girls were inside giggling about something. For a second, life felt quiet… simple. Almost too simple. Then I heard it.

A car. Not just any car but Shane's.

I stood up slowly, heart doing that stupid thing it always did when Shane was ...