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June thought she'd buried her past, but the ghosts of old songs and family debts won't stay quiet. When her brother Stack reopens the family's juke joint, she's pulled back to the stage and into a world she swore she'd left behind. But a mysterious stranger is listening, and his presence promises to ignite a fire far more dangerous than any music.
The oppressive late-summer heat hung heavy, a thick blanket over the small town. Inside the cool confines of the convenience store, June meticulously arranged a row of canned beans, the rhythmic hum of the freezer a dull counterpoint to her thoughts. The quiet before evening settled in, a brief reprieve from the world outside.
Then, the bell above the door jingled, shrill and demanding, announcing an entrance that could only belong to one person. June didn't need to look up. She already knew the chaos that was about to walk in.
"Damn, June, you still behind this dusty counter?" Stack's voice, bright and reckless as always, sliced through the stillness.
