Jack Callahan had built his life twice. The first time, he built it with Sarah. The second time, he built it without her. With Sarah, everything had felt bigger. Louder. Full of plans and momentum and the reckless confidence of two people young enough to believe they could build their way out of anything. In some ways, they had.
Sarah had always been the kind of person who couldn’t leave a bad idea alone. Years before their company existed, a low-quality hiking pack had split on a trail and sent her hard into a slope, leaving a long scar across her upper back. Jack still remembered cleaning gravel out of the wound while she sat on the bathroom counter swearing at the manufacturer.