Chapter 43: Creatures of the Night

Kinsley

The bell above the diner door rang softly as I wiped down the counter for the last time. The sound lingered in the air, fragile and familiar, and something inside my chest tightened painfully. Fairhaven had never been glamorous or exciting, but it had been steady. Predictable and safe. My sweet, sweet home. And the diner had been its heart, my refuge when I had nowhere else to go.

Brielle