“The closer she got to the cabin on the northeast end of the island, the more the fear she’d never hoped to feel again clawed at the pit of her belly. She didn’t know why she’d come this direction. She should’ve driven straight to the inn to see if they had any rooms available, but something had pulled her to take the opposite path and drive the cart down the rutted road that led to her childhood home. The rain was unforgiving, and she might as well have walked for all the protection it offered ...against the wet. Her dress was plastered against her skin and droplets of water trickled from her hair down to the base of her neck. And though the temperature was already hot and muggy, she shivered at the sight of the two-bedroom clapboard house as it came into view. Paint peeled in long strips along the boards and one of the blue shutters hung crookedly from the front window. The porch sagged and the mesh screen had a jagged tear. It was a small square of a house and it sat on stilts to protect from flooding.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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