Chapter 341 Fading

• Grace
• Hours after my talk with Eason, the heavy oak door of the packhouse swung shut behind me. The weight of the day settled onto my shoulders and slowly slipped off as I breathed in the familiar scent of home. I walked into the living area. I found Esme curled up on the couch, a book in her lap, but her gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made me nervous.
• "Welcome home," she said, her voice laced with concern as she set her book down. "How did the meeting with Eason go?"