Chapter 111 Truce?

• Dane tiptoed into the cozy living room, his heart a tumultuous storm of anger and guilt swirling within him.
• The weight of his emotions seemed to physically drag at his every step.
• His mother, usually a pillar of strength, now appeared fragile as she sat on the plush couch, her shoulders slouched in defeat. The morning sun painted a soft glow over her face, accentuating the deep furrows of concern etched into her features.