Chapter Forty Seven

Daisy clutched an old iron key, its teeth worn from years of use.

Daisy fumbled with a key, her hands shaking slightly with nervousness, she inserted it into the padlock, and with a twist, the gate swung open.

The barn laid ahead, its red paint faded and chipped. Reed squinted, noticing the faint glow seeping through the gaps in the wooden walls.

“You sure they’re not in there?” he asked, glancing at Daisy, his voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, her eyes scanning the darkened fields beyond and her expression tense.

“Billy and Richie went to drop off a shipment. They’ll be back soon.” Her voice held a hint of unease, as if she knew more than she let on.

Together, they crossed the small grass into the barn.

The air smelled of hay and earth, but something else lingered—an antiseptic tang that prickled Reed’s senses.

He followed Daisy deeper, the floorboards groaning under their weight.

Reed followed Daisy as she led the way towards the barn, his senses on high alert as they neared
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