The farmhouse felt different the morning after Emma left.Not empty.Just quieter.Jax stood at the kitchen sink with a mug of coffee that had already gone cold in his hands. Outside, the orchard was still wet from the overnight rain. Water dripped steadily from the leaves onto the grass. He watched it for a long time without really seeing it.Lily-Rose came in barefoot, wearing one of his old shirts. She didn’t speak at first. She just moved around him, pouring her own coffee, the soft sound of the pot the only noise in the room.“She texted,” Lily-Rose said after a while. “Got home safe. Said she already misses the swing.”Jax gave a small nod.“Good.”That was all.They had said the important things yesterday. The hugs, the promises of next weekend, the careful goodbyes. There was nothing left to add.Jimmy’s truck rolled up the gravel drive a little before nine. He came through the back door the way he always did — no knock, boots already half-off, a paper bag of fresh rolls in on
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