Chapter Six
Walker
Jade lived right down the street from me. I knew this because I’d given her a ride home once last winter after she got a flat tire. I’d forgotten just how electric the small space in my truck felt for those roughly fifteen minutes from Stolen Hearts Lodge to her place.
I told myself that was probably a fluke, something to do with the weather and the fact I’d been in a melancholic space right before the holidays. Last winter had been my family’s first holiday season without my father since he’d passed away. He went in the best way possible. According to the doctor he had a massive heart attack in his sleep. Mind you, I’m not saying heart attacks are a good thing. Just making the point that he lived a full life and if he was going to go, why not go like that? Quick and
