Logan, West Virginia. 1926.

Isaiah was the black sheep of his family. Optimistic, outgoing, and never that interested in running the family business. He spends most of his days drinking and gambling, finding it easier than facing that maybe he doesn't belong with the Davis clan. His family loves him, but has never expected much from him.

Lately, though, that had begun to change. Age had crept up on him quietly, bringing with it a sense of restlessness. He found himself watching couples instead of cards, lingering on conversations that hinted at something more. For the first time, Isaiah wondered what it might be like to build a life instead of outrunning one—and whether there might be someone out there willing to ask him to stay.