“I’m keeping these until I know you’re okay.” Clay sauntered to the porch. “Take your time, I’ll be up here.”
You can do this. Clay’s the only one who can help you.
Lexi put all her trust and faith in her longtime friend, reasoning the former Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms agent turned private investigator was a better choice than some stranger she found in the yellow pages. Trust and faith. A foreign concept that left a bad taste in her mouth. She trusted no one and the only thing she had faith in was her animals.
Blindly reaching for the handle, she swung the door wide, testing her footing for fear the earth would give way beneath her and swallow her whole. A part of her actually relished the idea of disappearing and not having to face the past. Slogging up the stairs, she joined Clay and slumped into one of the porch rockers.
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