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Chapters (62)
  1. Cover
  2. Half Title Page
  3. Books by Katie Powner
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright Page
  6. Dedication
  7. ONE
  8. TWO
  9. THREE
  10. FOUR
  11. FIVE
  12. SIX
  13. SEVEN
  14. EIGHT
  15. NINE
  16. TEN
  17. ELEVEN
  18. TWELVE
  19. THIRTEEN
  20. FOURTEEN
  21. FIFTEEN
  22. SIXTEEN
  23. SEVENTEEN
  24. EIGHTEEN
  25. NINETEEN
  26. TWENTY
  27. TWENTY-ONE
  28. TWENTY-TWO
  29. TWENTY-THREE
  30. TWENTY-FOUR
  31. TWENTY-FIVE
  32. TWENTY-SIX
  33. TWENTY-SEVEN
  34. TWENTY-EIGHT
  35. TWENTY-NINE
  36. THIRTY
  37. THIRTY-ONE
  38. THIRTY-TWO
  39. THIRTY-THREE
  40. THIRTY-FOUR
  41. THIRTY-FIVE
  42. THIRTY-SIX
  43. THIRTY-SEVEN
  44. THIRTY-EIGHT
  45. THIRTY-NINE
  46. FORTY
  47. FORTY-ONE
  48. FORTY-TWO
  49. FORTY-THREE
  50. FORTY-FOUR
  51. FORTY-FIVE
  52. FORTY-SIX
  53. FORTY-SEVEN
  54. FORTY-EIGHT
  55. FORTY-NINE
  56. FIFTY
  57. FIFTY-ONE
  58. FIFTY-TWO
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. About the Author
  61. Back Ads
  62. Back Cover

Mitch checked his phone. “No signal here. And might not be any if we keep going. Maybe we should head back and come up with a better plan. What if we drove all over the mountain and she was at the house looking for you the whole time?”

It had been foolish to head out without leaving a note. His mother could’ve been hiding out in the barn for all they knew. He hadn’t even asked Dad if he’d checked around the property or called any of the neighbors.

Rand nodded reluctantly. Visibility was so poor they both knew spotting June would be nearly impossible unless she was standing in the middle of the road. And what if she was waiting for them?

Mitch pictured his mother wandering the house, alone and confused. Pictured her in a ditch somewhere, the snow slowly covering her body. He drummed the steering wheel so hard it hurt and prayed.

He turned the truck around and drove faster, his mind working the problem while his hands and feet went into autopilot to get him back to the house. He would have his dad call all the neighbors as soon as his phone had service. Then he and Rand would split up and search every inch of the house and the property. If that failed to net any results, then there was only one thing left to do.

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Bea hadn’t driven up Whitetail Pass Road in a long time and never in a vehicle with low-profile tires. But she knew that even if the car managed to navigate the worsening conditions, this road wasn’t going to take them anywhere near Hardscrabble Peak like Grandma June wanted.

Grandma leaned forward in her seat, staring intently out the windshield. The wipers scraped at full speed, trying to keep the snow at bay. Bea tightened her hold on the wheel, struggling to accept that the person beside her was the same person she’d known her whole life.

“I don’t think we should go any farther.” Bea slowed the car and peered through the falling flakes, looking for a place to turn around. She’d humored her grandmother long enough.

“We’re almost there.” Grandma’s gaze darted around like a hummingbird in August, alighting for a moment on one thing before darting to something else. “He’s close. I can feel him.”

Goose bumps rose on Bea’s arms. Who was Grandma talking about? She couldn’t possibly be searching for Grandpa Rand. Why would he be up here? An SUV drove by in the other lane at a reckless speed, spraying the Toyota with slush from the road. Bea’s hands hurt from her death grip on the wheel. Maybe if she could distract Grandma enough, she wouldn’t notice if Bea turned around.