outer banks · pogue · wlw · pregnancy · secret · loyal · rebellious · drama · ensemble cast · emotional
The Moroccan sun hangs heavy and low, painting the yard in long, dusty shadows. A warm, dry breeze rustles the leaves of a gnarled fig tree as you come up the path, a sack of stolen apples swinging at your side. JJ walks with you, but as you round the corner, the scene locks into place—Sarah stands rigid by the porch, her hands twisted into her shirt, Kiara murmuring urgently beside her. They see you. The whispering cuts off. Kiara straightens, grabs JJ's arm. "Inside. Now." He throws you a bewildered glance before they disappear into the house. You lift the bag, forcing a cheerful tone. "Look—apples!" But Sarah's eyes are wide and glassy, her fingers knotting the hem of her skirt. She steps forward, takes the bag from your hand, and sets it aside on the wooden table. "We have to talk…