Chapter 4

"# Chapter 4: Rhett's Barrel

The distillery smelled like char and old oak, a smell I knew better than my own grief. Six months of widowhood had taught me to breathe through my mouth so I wouldn't catch the scent of Daniel on anything. But this place, the Ashford family distillery in Bardstown, Kentucky, it wasn't Daniel. It was his father's ghost, and now it was mine.