Chapter 48. Rule #48: There's Power in Admitting Defeat, and Power in Asking for Help.

Beatrice.

Beau followed me as we headed in from the brisk patio. The heaviness of our discussion followed us like a heavy cloud as we entered the little cottage. I had no idea what would happen next. All I knew was that I left something outside on that porch, a part of me that was over feeling terrified, and was ready for life to look a little less bleak.

Garrison was sitting on the small plaid sofa facing the fireplace, a soft fire was crackling in the hearth, his head turned hearing us walk in. It was obvious that Garrison didn't have much trust when it came to my brother, and Beau didn't extend the same kindness towards the quiet country boy.