Chapter 58

Nicole "These are from my garden," Weslee said, placing an assortment of fresh vegetables on the kitchen table. "I've got way more than I can handle. There's another batch in the car for you, Dodie. Take them home tonight." I watched Weslee arrange the produce, realizing how she constantly surprised me. This woman was a walking contradiction. The first time we met, she'd been the picture-perfect Luna beside Shawn—quiet, elegant, and seemingly submissive. The next time, she was a wild force of nature, smoking and shopping like money had no meaning. And now? A country girl with dirt under her nails who grew her own vegetables. I couldn’t keep up with her. Every version of Weslee felt real—like layers of the same person, not masks. There was something grounding about the scene in front of me: the quiet clatter of vegetables, the warm scent of earth and rosemary, the easy rhythm of the kitchen. It felt... right. Like the beginning of something good. I glanced around at the others, suddenly