Chapter 239 Painting Memories

• The afternoon sun filtered softly through the windows of the Red Moon Packhouse, casting a golden glow across the wooden floors. Crystal stood in the middle of the kitchen, absently wiping her hands on a dish towel as she gazed out the window.
• There was something strange about the quietness that filled the house. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sound—she had grown used to the occasional lulls in activity—but today, it felt different. An eerie stillness clung to the air, making her feel uneasy.
• Where were Logan and Anna? She hadn’t seen them in hours. The thought of them being out of sight together gnawed at her, though she couldn’t quite explain why. Her mind played tricks on her, imagining Logan leaving with Anna, disappearing just when they had begun reconnecting. It was an irrational fear, one that made her heart race.