Jareth's POV

Seated at my desk, I examine an array of real estate brochures scattered haphazardly before me. Each property offers an enticing promise: sleek designs, expansive layouts, and the geographical distance we'd need for a new beginning. But each glance feels heavier than the last, as though signing these papers means erasing twenty-three years of history.

The shrill ring of the house phone slices through the quiet. Jonah's name appears on the caller ...