The house felt colder without Kenneth, a void that seemed impossible to fill. Even though it had been days since his death, the grief hadn’t dulled. If anything, it had grown sharper, a constant ache gnawing at Jeffrey’s mind. The destruction he had caused still lingered in the ruins of the pack house, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. None of it mattered now. Not without Kenneth.
Tim and Sarah were his only tether to sanity, but even they seemed distant, retreating into their own grief. He was failing them, and he knew it. How could he be the father they needed when half of his soul had been ripped away?
A soft knock at the door broke through his thoughts, pulling him back into the present. His instincts tensed, ready for anything. These days, anyone could be a threat. He crossed t
