Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d see my family again, and of all of them, Lysn. We were thick as thieves, a lifetime ago.

He never raised his voice, never asked for loyalty—he just... led. Quietly. Steadily. Like the tide pulling everything in its wake.

Best of all, no one ever followed me here. No cousins. No Dillon. Just me, the rustle of leaves, and the burble of the water.