Divergent Paths

Harper took a sip of water, a wry smile touching her lips. "Back before all this? I ran a hardware store."

Thinking about those so-called family members who'd hounded her over insurance money until she had nothing left, her eyes turned cold.

The two talked a little longer, then both glanced over at WhiskeyTango, who'd stayed quiet the whole time.

"Hey, WhiskeyTango," IronBaker asked, curiosity