Chapter 51 Chapter Fifty One

• Noah's POV:
• I sat on the edge of the couch, my hands wrapped around a glass of whiskey that I hadn't yet touched. The kids were in their rooms, quiet for the moment. I could hear faint sounds of their voices, but nothing to distract me. I was still trying to figure out what the hell had gone wrong with Mirabelle.
• A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced up to see my grandad, stepping into the living room.