The answer I feared wasn’t in what he said—it was in what he had already shown me.
“Come with me,” he said.
I hesitated.
“If you still want to leave after… I won’t stop you, Mattie.”
That mattered more than I expected. So I went with him.
We drove in silence, the road stretching ahead while everything between us remained unspoken.
I realized I wasn’t going with Nathan for comfort—I was going because I needed to understand what I had stepped into.
We stopped at a cemetery.
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