Chapter 4
“About what?”
“About what actually matters. About the difference between existing and living. About… About how the O’Haras really survived all these years.”
They stood there in the clearing, the weight of history and expectation settling around them like fog.
Somewhere in these mountains was a ring that had crossed an ocean, survived famines and wars, been worn by men and women who’d built something from nothing.
But Patrick hadn’t hidden it just to make Aidan work for it.
He’d hidden it to make him understand what it meant.
“Where did your grandparents get married?” Dylan asked, practical even in the face of revelation.
“In town, at the church. But that’s not where he proposed.” Aidan’s eyes went distant, remembering. “There’s a tree by the east lake. An oak that’s older than anything else on the property. He told me once that’s where he asked her, where she said yes.”
“How far?”
“From here? Another two miles, maybe three.”