Chapters (56)
- Cover
- Praise for the novels of Mia Sheridan
- About the Author
- NOTE TO READERS
- Dedication
- prologue
- chapter one
- chapter two
- chapter three
- chapter four
- chapter five
- chapter six
- chapter seven
- chapter eight
- chapter nine
- chapter ten
- chapter eleven
- chapter twelve
- chapter thirteen
- chapter fourteen
- chapter fifteen
- chapter sixteen
- chapter seventeen
- chapter eighteen
- chapter nineteen
- chapter twenty
- chapter twenty-one
- chapter twenty-two
- chapter twenty-three
- chapter twenty-four
- chapter twenty-five
- chapter twenty-six
- chapter twenty-seven
- chapter twenty-eight
- chapter twenty-nine
- chapter thirty
- chapter thirty-one
- chapter thirty-two
- chapter thirty-three
- chapter thirty-four
- chapter thirty-five
- chapter thirty-six
- chapter thirty-seven
- chapter thirty-eight
- chapter thirty-nine
- chapter forty
- chapter forty-one
- chapter forty-two
- chapter forty-three
- chapter forty-four
- chapter forty-five
- chapter forty-six
- chapter forty-seven
- chapter forty-eight
- epilogue
- acknowledgments
I also had this deep sense that we needed to get on the road now before things really crumbled. The longer the power was off, the more desperate things would become. At a certain point—one likely approaching fast—it wouldn’t be safe to travel at all. Either we set off pretty immediately, or we hunkered down here. Again, I wasn’t cut out for sitting in place—I’d done far too much of that for too many years. But also, whether I could barter with my willingness to work and chip in or not, I didn’t feel entirely right asking these people to put us up when basic supplies might become extremely stretched. “It’d be best if we get a night of sleep and some food, if possible, and take off in the morning. Do you think we might buy some basic camping gear somewhere in town?”
The sheriff considered that. “I’d imagine we can collect a few sleeping bags and some backpacks. That’s not the type of stuff that’s going to be valuable to us here in our homes.”
“Great. Thank you so much. Is there anywhere we might rent a room?” I had a little bit of cash in my wallet, but not much. Still, I had to offer something and hope for the best.
The sheriff scratched his head. “Unfortunately, no. The nearest motel is about ten miles up the highway. And I have no idea if they’ve remained operational.”
“Would a family be willing to put us up? Like, I said, just for a night and we’re willing to pay, of course.”
“Money won’t do us any good right now. None of you work in the medical field, do you?”
“No,” I said. “But I can look at your son’s arm if you’d like me to. In exchange for a room for one night. If your son’s injury is a dislocation, or even a simple break, I can set it.” It was a risk. It’d been years since I’d set a bone, but it was also very straightforward. I remembered what to do and was willing to try. “If I deem it to be more serious than I can handle, I’ll leave it be, I promise.”
“You just said you didn’t work in the medical field,” the sheriff said.
I glanced at Emily, who was looking at me with some amount of alarm. “I don’t, but we lived on a farm. I watched the vet set many bones over the years. It’s a simple process that will immediately alleviate his pain.”
The sheriff’s gaze hung on me. “A farm?”
I released a breath. “I know animals aren’t humans, but there are enough similarities that I believe I can help. Or at least try.”