*Kenna*

Jack stopped walking when we reached the treeline. He turned to look at me, but didn’t speak. It was hard to see his face in the dark, but I could tell that the tense, thoughtful expression I’d seen in the house was still present. Something was weighing heavily on his mind.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” I asked.

Jack sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t even know where to start,” he muttered. ...