Todos los capítulos de Greyfen Love Chronicles : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 65

The black sedan rolled to a stop at the edge of the long, uneven drive. Headlights cut through the dark, illuminating the weathered fences and the distant shape of the Sterling farmhouse.Harlan Wilburn sat in the back seat, a half empty bottle of whiskey clutched in one hand. His eyes were bloodshot and glittering.“Stop here,” he ordered, voice thick. “Right here.”The driver, a man named Ellis who had worked for him for twelve years, looked at him weary. “Sir, it’s late. Maybe we should head back to—”“I said stop.” Harlan shoved the door open and nearly stumbled out. He took a long pull from the bottle, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Look at it. Look at that little shit heap of a house. Thinks he can just take everything that was mine.”Ellis stayed behind the wheel, engine idling. “Mr. Wilburn, maybe we should—”“Shut your mouth.” Harlan pointed the bottle at the farmhouse like it was a weapon. “That dirt farmer’s fucking son stole my wife. My pretty little thin

Smoke curled from the blackened skeleton of the house and the collapsed barn. Ash drifted like dirty snow across the yard. Firefighters moved through the wreckage in slow, methodical lines, hoses still hissing where embers refused to die. Sheriff Cole stood near the porch ruins, talking with one of the volunteer firefighters. Tom Sterling sat on the tailgate of his truck with a blanket around his shoulders, Claire pressed tight against his side. The children huddled together on the grass a few yards away, faces streaked with soot. Sadie stood close to Theo, one hand locked in his, the other resting protectively on Sam’s shoulder. A vehicle pulled up the drive. It was an old beige sedan that did not belong to any of the emergency crews. The man who stepped out looked like he had not slept. It was Ellis. Harlan Wilburn’s long time driver. Sheriff Cole straightened. “Ellis.” “Sheriff.” Ellis swallowed hard. His eyes flicked to

Halfway through the night Richard Harrington stood, and the noise gradually quieted. “I am not a man who does sentimental well,” he began, dry as ever. “But my son found something here that money never bought him. Purpose. A family. A woman who looks at him like he hung the damn moon and still makes him haul hay the next morning.” Soft laughter rippled. Richard’s gaze found Sadie. “The Harrington Corporation now holds the deed to the entire town of Greyfen. As of this evening, that deed transfers to Sadie and Theo Harrington. The town is yours. Take care of it the way you’ve taken care of each other.” Silence held for half a second. Then the meadow exploded again. Sadie’s hands flew to her mouth. Theo’s arm tightened around her waist. Later, when the last guests had drifted home and the younger kids had collapsed in sugar crash heaps, Theo found Sadie on the porch steps still in her dress, shoes abandoned in the grass. He s