I stood on the clubhouse porch before sunrise with a mug of coffee warming my hands while the cool morning air drifted across the property and instead of feeling excited about a new lead. I felt exhausted because every part of me wanted to believe the arrests of everyone had been the end. But the message still sat on my phone.
Find Atlas.
Then came the shipping manifest and then Alaska and every answer seemed determined to create another question.
Drake stepped onto the porch carrying his own coffee before leaning against the railing beside me.
“You haven’t stopped thinking.” He said and I smiled weakly.
“I don’t know how.” I said and he looked toward the rising sun instead of at me.
“We finally got our life back.” He said.
“I know.” I said.
“We talked about the future.” He s
