Grant

I walked deeper into the garden, trying to breathe. The chaos behind me, the marriage, the noise, the pressure, it all felt heavy, and out here, at least, I could think.

Or try to.

Pembroke. I still couldn’t get it out of my head. I’d chased that group for so long, and wanted it so badly I was willing to do the absolute worst just to get close.

And now? I couldn’t stand the thought of staying in it. I wanted out. I didn’t even deserve it. Not that it ever cared what I wanted, ...