CHAPTER THREE
On the second Tuesday in June, Josh parked his rental car next to the Indigo Bay Cottages guest services building. Sitting behind the steering wheel, he replied to texts from his family and his sponsor, who’d called after he arrived in Charleston and wanted to know when he reached Indigo Bay.
His family could track him with their cell phones, but they preferred him checking in via text or phone. Given all they’d done and were doing for him, he didn’t mind too much. This time was all about accountability to them and himself.
After he’d finished replying to everyone, Josh slid out of the rental car. He’d stopped for fuel and food along the way, but getting into a car after flying cross country made his bad leg ache more than normal. Taking a minute to stretch, he hoped to lo
