CHAPTER 27
As soon as he got close, Sara Beth threw the door wide open. Tab dashed in, his small chest heaving, snot running from his nose, his hair plastered in ringlets against his head. He dropped his bag and threw his arms around Sara Beth’s waist.
She patted his back and smoothed his hair. “It’s okay, Tab.”
Between gasps and sobs, he blurted, “My tree…got my tree. Almost got me.”
“Are you hurt?”
He raised his head, stark fear reflected in his eyes. “Scared. So scared.”
“Well, you did the right thing to come here.” She pointed to the table. “Sit down and take a deep breath. I’ll get you something to drink. Then we need to clean up those cuts. I’ve got some salve to put on them.”
The forlorn, defeated look he gave her shattered her heart. No child should have to bear such a heavy
