Chapter 13
Beth paced in her living room, bare feet cold on the hardwood floor. She was too distracted and upset to do anything about that. Janie was curled up on the couch, her long red ears and black eyebrows shifting every time Beth passed by. Her heaviest hiking boots with thick socks tucked inside waited beside the front door. She planned to need those not long after Mark arrived.
Getting started tomorrow was no longer an option.
She glanced out for at least the hundredth time, wanting to see his state agency sedan turning up her driveway. Her brother’s old truck was still out there. Beth hoped the abandoned road to the old pit wasn’t impassable after the downpour of the last twenty-four hours.
She’d been a coward the night before and all day today when it came to telling Mark wha
