Chapter 7

"# Chapter 7: The Night in the Distillery

The rain came down hard over the Ashford distillery, drumming against the tin roof like a heartbeat that wouldn't quit. I stood in the doorway of Barrel House No. 3, watching Rhett roll a fresh oak cask into place. His shirt clung to his back, wet from the storm and the work. He hadn't spoken a word to me since we left the funeral reception. I was counting on that silence to break.