I shake my head once.
“No.”
His jaw tightens.
“You don’t understand—”
“I understand exactly,” I cut in.
I hold up the patch.
“This isn’t your operation anymore.”
His eyes narrow.
“It never stopped being ours.”
“That’s the problem,” I say.
Silence.
Sharp.
Cutting.
Because now we’re back here again.
Same line.
Same standoff.
But this time?
The stakes are higher.
Way higher.
Behind me, I feel Aspen step closer.
Right at my back.
Trusting me.
Choosing me.
Again.
Always.
I think about grandpa.
Still at the tavern.
Safe.
For now.
Dylan too.