On the other side of town are five brothers. . .

Macon is the oldest. I've never seen him smile.

Army is a single dad with beautiful green eyes.

Iron will be in prison soon.

Dallas is the one I hate.

Trace used to be mine.

I need to go home. Away from the swamps and these men. I'll leave tomorrow. I'll crash on the couch tonight.

Everyone is asleep. Except for one. He sees me crying. I let him wrap his arms around my body and hold me.

I don't think it was Trace.