PART 2: The Truth He Brought to the Grave
For a long moment, no one spoke. The wind moved softly through the cemetery, but it felt louder now—like it
For a long moment, no one spoke. The wind moved softly through the cemetery, but it felt louder now—like it
Harper didn’t move at first. The street looked different now. Not like the quiet place she knew—but like something that
The engines didn’t roar for attention. They came alive with purpose. One after another, the bikes rolled out of the
The biker didn’t move at first. But everything in him had already shifted. The noise of the restaurant faded into
The gravel crunched softly beneath their steps. The man didn’t hurry. Didn’t look back. But his grip on the girl’s
Water dripped steadily from the rusted frame, each drop hitting the dirt like a slow clock ticking backward. The biker
The biker didn’t reach for the money right away. He just looked at it small bills, coins, folded scraps of
No one moved. Not the guests. Not the musicians. Not even the servers frozen mid-step with trays still in their
The voice didn’t come from the girl. It came from behind him. Low. Familiar. Impossible. “Marcus Hale.” The name hit
The girl tilts her head, studying him with quiet curiosity.“My name?” she repeats, as if it’s a simple thing—yet somehow