The drive from the city clinic to the Quinn family cabin took two agonizing hours. Every mile carried them further away from the glittering, unforgiving opulence of Thorne Alpine Resorts, deep into a heavy, silent forest. The cabin itself was modest, built of rough-hewn pine and dark stone, sitting

The Pine Ridge Diner was a dilapidated, neon-lit establishment located twenty miles outside the jurisdiction of Thorne Alpine Resorts. It smelled of stale grease, burnt coffee, and cheap bleach. For Nora, it was perfect. No one from Silas’s pristine, high-society circle would ever be caught dead sit

The cabin belonging to Harper’s family was a modest, single-story A-frame nestled deep in the pines, fifty miles away from the glittering, artificial opulence of Thorne Alpine Resorts. It smelled of old cedar, woodsmoke, and quiet survival. There were no heated floors, no smart-home thermostats, and