Nora told me not to argue in the comments.

Instead, she sent a factual request to correct several claims and advised me to preserve the posts.

I muted my phone and spent the morning working on a job application for a mill in Hickory.

At noon, Brielle arrived at the cabin alone.

She had traded designer heels for hiking boots, but her hair was still perfectly arranged.

She stood on the porch for several minutes before knocking.

“I didn’t come to fight,” she said when I opened the door.