Chapter 35

Lachlan

There are different kinds of tired, and early November hands me the kind that settles into my bones.

It's not a bad, burned-out kind of tired. More like the kind that comes from three straight days of rotating between the firehouse, Dad and Elowen's place, the hospital, Declan’s house, and my own front door while trying to make sure nobody drops a kid, a meal, a bag, or their damn mind.