Dashiell limped over to his car, his thoughts troubled. Ever since the accident, he'd been struggling with a sense of guilt.
The sight of the island brought him little relief, but he was determined to carry out the plans and continue on with the project.
He got into his car and drove along the road, his mind whirling. His leg was aching, and his thoughts were full of questions. He wondered if this was the right choice, if the risks were worth taking.
As the scenery blurred past him, Dashiell's mind kept drifting back to Jazlyn and her behavior earlier. Something about the way she had been in Trisha's office bothered him. The moment he had stepped in, her posture was too tense, her smile a little too forced, like she had been caught doing something she shouldn't.
