Chapter Thirteen
Madison
Graham: Be right there.
I was seriously relieved when Graham replied right away. I peered out my window again, eyeing the large creature. Unlike the time I’d seen the moose at the gas station, this one was closer. I’d seen a few others since I arrived in Willow Brook. They were plentiful in Alaska. So far, they’d all been at a distance.
This moose was easily taller than my car. It had long gangly legs and a giant head. Wilbur was quiet after his initial bark and just stared curiously through the window. I wondered how long it would take Graham to get here.
Only minutes after I’d sent my text, I heard the sound of approaching tires on the gravel. A moment later, Graham’s truck appeared. The moose turned and looked toward his truck. Graham drove right up to it a
