Chapter 118

And leaving was a much better solution than killing himself.

“I will,” he lied. “We will.”

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Though they left with Gage, Dakota insisted on driving his own vehicle—a gently used, gray Jeep he’d picked up for ten thousand after selling the RV. It was a great car, and he genuinely enjoyed driving it with the top removed on a beautiful, warm day. Kenna sat quietly in the passenger seat, wearing an oversized pair of pink sunglasses and a matching sun dress. She kept incredibly still, with her hands in her lap and her knees locked together, and only spoke when addressed. It seemed she was lost in thought about the move. Fortunately, it looked as though she was at least enjoying the weather a little, too.