CHAPTER 272

The following day, I began working on my purpose for coming back in Anacortes. And it was to met Jack in his office first thing in the morning.

As I entered Jack’s office in Anacortes, a quiet tension settled over me. The familiarity of the space, the faint smell of leather and polished wood, triggered memories I’d long tried to leave behind. Jack stood from behind his desk when he saw me, his expression a mix of relief and seriousness that made my stomach tighten.

I braced myself for whatever news he had; I already suspected it would be unpleasant.

Jack’s face was tight, his brow creased with concern as he fiddled with a stack of papers. When he finally looked up, his expression was troubled.

“Margarette, it’s good to see you. Please have a seat.” he greeted, extending a hand as I settled into the chair across from him.

“You too, Jack,” I replied with a small, tight smile as I took in my seat. “Though, I have a feeling this isn’t going to be a pleasant conversation.”

He gave a somber