Chapter 14
Beth looked out the window, picking out the tipple they needed to go toward on the other side of town, the pale blue now vivid against the slate gray mountains, trying to find words that wouldn’t make her sound crazier than she felt. She remembered one of the first things Clina said to her.
“This is going to sound strange.” Beth looked into Mark’s eyes, hoping the nervousness churning in her belly didn’t show on her face. “Did you ever hear talk about a wise woman or a seer when you were visiting here? Anything like that?”
“My granddad had dreams no one could explain,” Mark said without hesitation. “He always knew when something bad was coming, especially people dying. I don’t think any of my family would have mentioned it anywhere else we lived, but every single one of us kn
