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𝐢. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓– Lord Huron
"I had all, and then most of you. Some, and now none of you."
✸⁎⋆✶⭒✭ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 ✸⁎⋆✶⭒✭
"Where are the back-up generators? I gave you money for the back-up generators, and you said you would take care of it. Did you take care of it? Huh? Where are they?"
The Outer Banks had been hit by a rough hurricane, and yet the most dangerous currents involved a conversation between the two men sitting outside on the Cameron porch of the Tannyhill estate. Rafe Cameron sat across from Ward Cameron after his lunch had been abruptly interrupted when his father took a seat down in front of him. The anxiety was building in the nineteen-year-old boy's chest the longer his father glared at him. He avoided eye contact, his hands rubbing the blue braided bracelet on his wrist to try and ease some of the tension.
"They're on back order."
"Yeah, of course they are."
"There was a hurricane," he replied almost instantly, finally looking up at his father. Unsurprisingly, the only sight waiting for him was disappointment.
Ward stared at him, unimpressed by his excuses. "I'll tell you what―that pogue I just fired? Way more reliable than you―"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. You need to get it together, Rafe, or you can go live on the Cut," and almost instantly, a scoff came out of Rafe Cameron's mouth at the unlikely threat. Ward raised his eyebrows, leaning forward. "Is that funny? You know, I thought you were getting better. She's been dead almost a year―"
The last sentence ended all emotion on Rafe's face in a split second. The laugh that had been building in his chest was murdered like a bullet to his lungs, and he was empty back staring at his father, any trace of humor gone. Ward didn't seem to care about the physical reaction of Rafe's distress. He never did. If anyone was going to be bringing up the sensitive topic of her death, it was Ward, and he did it because he knew the reaction it would cause his son.
Raising his eyebrows and taking another drink of his whiskey, he continued. "How long are you going to be like this for, huh, Rafe? Forever? Because if that's the case―"
"Don't," was all that Rafe managed to get out through clenched teeth. Forever felt like too much time without her. "Don't."
