Moira’s strides carried her down the winding road skirted by early spring forest and barbed wire. The old fence posts showed their graying age, but they still held the rusted wire faithfully if not straight.
Rounding a corner, her heart jumped into her throat when she caught sight of an old, rusted Chevy pickup, nosing the wire like a curious puppy.
Squinting to see through windshield glass reflecting sky, she slowed her steps. When had he come back? And why had he parked here?
A shadow moved within the cab and Moira froze, not certain she felt fear or elation when Aiden pushed open the truck’s door.He met her eyes boldly, shocking her again. “Hello, Moira.”
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