“And Grant made you promise to protect me.”
“Yes.”
Her fingers tighten around mine.
“So everyone keeps deciding why you're supposed to be here.”
Something in her voice changes.
I wait.
“What do you think?” she asks.
“About what?”
“Why you're still here.”
The answer should be easy.
Grant.
The investigation.
Hampton.
Vance.
The Colonel.
Instead, I look at the woman holding my hand.
“Mara.”
She steps closer.
My pulse changes.
“That's not an answer.”
No.
It isn't.
Fifteen years ago, I made Grant Ellis a promise.
Three days ago, that promise would have been enough.
It isn't anymore.
“I came to Eagle River because of Grant.”
Her eyes stay on mine.
“And?”
I lift my free hand.
Slowly.