JASON
The walk to my father-in-law's quarters was a quiet one.
The corridors of the pack house had grown noticeably calmer now that evening had settled.
Only the occasional greeting interrupted the silence.
Normally, I would have acknowledged each one with more than a simple nod.
Tonight...
My mind was elsewhere.
Every step seemed to carry the weight of another unanswered question.
By the time I reached the familiar wooden door at the end of the eastern corridor, I had already gone over the situation in my head countless times.
No matter how I rearranged the pieces...
They refused to fit together.
I raised my hand and knocked gently.
There was a brief pause.
Then I heard movement inside.
A moment later, the door opened.
My father-in-law stood there, looking at me with mild s
