Chapter 16
Snow drifted down and Cassidy shivered, regretting her loose button down shirt meant to slip off easily without ruining her hair or makeup when she donned her wedding gown. She’d trade every pearl in her hair for a pair of jeans and boots.
In the distance, she saw the orange red flickers of flames lit in organized rows. Fire meant heat, even just a little, so she turned into a field. The dampness of the grass soaked her tennis shoes. As she drew closer she noticed there were grapes on the vines.
A vineyard? She hugged her chest and prayed the house or some form of shelter was nearby.
It was dark already in the countryside though the sun had just gone down. She heard workers in the fields, but no one was close enough to see. She called out, “Help,” as she ran down the line—no
