“Partially it’s because I’m still numb with what’s happened, partially because I hear George’s words repeat in my brain. All this was for nothing. He’s right. Worse, what happened to Sarah and Mary is my fault. If I hadn’t persuaded Frey to come, if I hadn’t been so curious about a shaman I won’t be allowed to meet, if I hadn’t once more drawn Frey into my own private battle, John-John would still have a mom and an aunt. How can Frey ever forgive me? Movement from the house breaks through the pa...ll of despair shrouding my thoughts and look I over to see Frey coming toward me. He’s alone. “John-John?” “Cried himself to sleep. He’s on the couch. I don’t want to be gone long in case he wakes up, but I wanted to check on you.” He looks around. “George left?” Couldn’t leave fast enough. I glance toward the sky then nod. “Did he feed the horses?” “No. I did.” “You did? Wouldn’t have thought a city girl like you knew the business end of a pitchfork from a branding iron.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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