It was late evening before she came back downstairs. She noticed that the lights were off, but the front door was opened. Breaker’s head popped up and he whined when he saw her standing at the bottom of the staircase. Realizing that she couldn’t hide forever, she pushed open the screen door and stepped out onto the porch. The heat lightning lit up the sky, closer than normal and the dark clouds hid the moon.
“Looks like we’ll have a thunderstorm tonight,” Henry said from where he was sitting in the rocking chair.
Makayla glanced out over the river again as she moved to the settee and sat down on it. Breaker immediately got up and jumped up onto the cushion next to her, laying his head down on her lap. She absently scratched him behind the ear, somewhat surprised that Henry didn’t chide h
