“Havenridge,” he repeats.
“Henry’s hosting.”
More silence. “I’ll be there.”
He hangs up first. That’s Dad for you. He gives an answer, takes his exit, and processes alone. I inherited my silence from him. Daniel got the authority. Gabriel got the storm. And all three of us share Mom’s stubbornness, which means tomorrow will be interesting.
Four calls. Four minutes to set in motion the first time every Sutton will be in one room since the feud between Dad and Ben changed everything.
Jenna stands in the doorway with Pixel perched on her shoulder and a clean flash drive in her hand. This one isn’t the yellow-and-black drive that survived a goat; it’s a new one filled with the work we accomplished today.
I take her in. My wife. The woman who has finally stopped running.
“Ready?” I ask.
She nods, a single, confident motion.
The storm has arrived, but this time, we’re ready for it.