Megan was the pretty one.
Luke was the strong one.
And Rachel Dawson?
She was the mistake people laughed about.
Her father, Wes Dawson, didn’t believe in things he couldn’t hold or measure. Strength was visible. Beauty was obvious. But curiosity? Questions? Quiet observation?
Those looked like weakness to him.
“Rachel thinks too much,” he’d say with a chuckle to anyone within earshot. “Problem is, she don’t think right.”