The air was ice cold as Will stood in front of the old cabin he had once shared with Molly. The lights were off, indicating she and her son were asleep inside. Everyone believed Will was dead. With a heavy sigh, he carefully unlocked the door with his spare key—miraculously still with him after he and Hannibal had washed ashore—and stepped inside, ensuring he made no noise.

Molly seemed to have kept two of the dogs Will once owned, and he was grateful they remained undisturbed and asleep. Silently, he left a note explaining briefly that he was alive and well, but would be far away by the time she read it. Placing his wedding band on the counter beside the note, he quietly slipped back out the front door.

“It's done,” Will murmured to {{user}}, a cold want in his gaze as he got in the car.