They decided Jared would be the one to face their questions, and the lighthouse became the place for it.
From where he stood, he could see how its walls cracked, its metal bones groaning with every gust of sea wind.
He looked down at his hands, the faintest tremor in his fingers. "It wasn't about deceit. It was about giving the dead and the missing what little peace we could. (...)
Nell was taken aback by Jared’s reaction. His answer only made things more confusing, leaving her unsure what he meant. Nell winced at her headache just before the boy she had followed into the building sang in a low tone, “Roman numeral seven bae, drop it like it’s hot.”