Chapter 24 That Usually Works

• The beach house was nestled in a secluded spot, crafted from exquisite fine wood that radiated warmth and elegance. From its spacious windows, I was greeted with a breathtaking view of the endless ocean. The salty breeze felt different here—crisper, more vibrant—and to me, different was amazing. I immediately felt a sense of peace the moment I stepped out of Silas’s car.
• When Bill had first brought me and Mom here for a summer vacation, my first thought was that my stepfather was loaded. He ran a tech company and could easily be labeled a millionaire if he wanted to be. But Bill preferred a simpler life, choosing a modest home with his family over a grand mansion. This beach house was a rare indulgence, and it reflected his quiet taste for comfort over extravagance.
• I slung my bag over my shoulder and started up the stairs to the balcony but paused when I noticed Silas hadn’t followed. He was still leaning against his car, arms crossed, watching me with his usual calm expression.