Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
I’m a mess, but I don’t care.
I just need to get somewhere that I can use a phone so I can call my mom.
I don’t know what I’m going to do once I call her, but I just need to talk to her. That’s the only thought that feels solid. If I can just talk to her. If I can just get answers, I’ll feel better.
I think I’ll feel better.
I hope I’ll feel better.
The ground dips suddenly, and I stumble straight into another creek bed that’s filled with freezing water. A sharp gasp rips out of me as my shoe sinks into the mud, and I catch myself on a slick rock and nearly fall.
Shit!
By the skin of my teeth, I manage to catch myself before I launch my entire body into the muddy water. Though, nearly half of me is already drenched.
Goodness, it’s so cold. My teeth start chattering and my muscles want to shiver, but I just keep running. I scramble up the opposite bank and continue moving.
My hair sticks to my face and my borrowed clothes cling damp against my skin, and I know there’s no way I look anything like myself.
Right now, I probably don’t look like Blair Windsor at all.
My mother would be horrified to see me like this.
The trees thin without warning, and sunlight starts to hit my face until the forest ends abruptly.
My eyes catch sight of pavement—a narrow two-lane road cutting through nothing.
Oh my God! Thank everything!
My lungs scream and my muscles ache, but I don’t stop running until I’m right at the edge of the road. I stand there for a second, swaying slightly, trying to decide if this is real. And I keep glancing over my shoulder, expecting to see Kane’s face appear.
But he doesn’t come.
Did he not even try to track me?
I frown, but I also look out toward the road again. Instantly, I spot a small maroon sedan heading my way. It’s a horrible color for a car, but right now, it’s the best-looking car I’ve ever seen in my life.
And I know it’s completely reckless, but I step forward and start waving both of my hands in the air to get their attention.
The car slows, and before they come to a stop, I see it’s an older couple inside. A man and a woman with kind faces and curious eyes.
Okay, this is probably fine. They don’t look murder-y or anything.
The window rolls down.
“Oh my goodness, dear,” the woman says softly as she takes in my disheveled appearance. “Are you all right?”
“Yes.” The lie comes easily. “I just got a little turned around hiking, and I’m hoping maybe you can give me a ride into town?”
I have no idea what town we’re near, but I’m hoping they know.
The man studies me for a long second, but then he unlocks the door.
“Of course. Hop in.”
Relief floods so fast it almost makes me dizzy, and I scramble into the back seat. The car smells like peppermint gum and clean upholstery.
“Here you go, sweetheart.” The woman hands me tissues over her shoulder, and I wipe at my face, trying to feel like myself again.
“What is the closest town?” I ask.
“Ashford Hollow,” the man replies. “About fifteen minutes.”
“And what state is Ashford Hollow in?”
“Connecticut, dear.” The woman glances over her shoulder to meet my eyes, her mind clearly growing confused on why I don’t even know what the hell state I’m in.
“Okay, phew. I was praying I didn’t hike myself to Massachusetts or something crazy.”
They both laugh.
“Do either of you happen to have a phone I can borrow?”
The phone is warm in my hands when the woman passes it back to me, but when I look down at the screen, I can see there’s no signal.
“There’s no service out here,” she updates. “But once we get into town, you should be able to make a call.”
I nod and stare out the window, and my mind races with a million different things.
Kane. The way he looked hurt instead of angry when I walked into the forest.
The way he makes me feel. And the way my body feels like it’s aching for him the more distance I put between us.
The way I miss him already. Really, really miss him.
I’ve never felt so confused in my entire life, and I force it all out of my head and try to focus.
I just need to get into town and call my mom.
She’ll have the answers I need.
Kane
Her scent tears through the air—sharp with salt and adrenaline and heartbreak. She isn’t thinking clearly, I know that much. And her intentions are so fucking jumbled right now, so unpredictable, I can’t even read them.
All I know is she’s running.
I spot a creek bed and my flannel shirt buried in the mud.
“Blair!” I call out for her.
I move farther into the forest, trying to follow her scent, but it fractures when I reach another small creek bed. The gravel is disturbed, and I can see an imprint of her shoe in the mud.