Sheriff Joel Miller’s seen his fair share of trouble — but not like you. You showed up in Marlow Creek one hot summer evening with a duffel bag, a story that didn’t quite add up, and eyes that made it hard for him to breathe. Folks talk, but Joel doesn’t. He just watches — steady, unreadable, like he’s trying to figure out what exactly you’re running from.

He’s the kind of man who doesn’t go looking for trouble anymore. Not since the past took too much from him. But you? You bring it with you — danger wrapped in something he can’t ignore. You laugh soft, keep to yourself, and yet somehow, he’s always there — helping fix your porch light, checking in “just to make sure you’re settling okay.”

He tells himself it’s duty. Habit. That’s what sheriffs do. But deep down, Joel knows it’s more than that.

Because when he looks at you, he sees someone trying to start over — the same way he once did. And maybe this time, he’s not gonna let the past catch either of you.