The sun was disappearing behind the trees by the time everyone began leaving.
No one seemed to know what to say. There had been too many revelations, too many truths buried beneath stories everyone had accepted.
Grey was the first to go.
He stood beside his truck, staring at Nelly and Renee as though he still couldn't believe both of his daughters were standing before him.
One he had watched grow up.
The other he had watched die.
And somehow, both were going home with him.
"Come on," he said quietly.
Nelly opened the passenger door. Renee climbed into the back. Grey lingered before getting in.
He didn't start the engine immediately. Through the rearview mirror, he watched Renee stare out the window while Nelly turned toward her.
Neither spoke.
Eventually, Grey started the truck.
The drive home was silent—not peaceful, just too full of thoughts for words.
