Jenny: Chapter Nine
A few days later, the sun beat down on Dare’s face. The temperature felt more like August than September, but he had no complaints. He tilted his head back to smile at Jenny as she pushed his wheelchair toward a bench at the edge of a grassy area.
He inhaled, taking in the scents of the outdoors. Just what he needed. “It’s a gorgeous afternoon. Thanks for getting me outside.”
“The fresh air is good for you.”
She was good for him.
Grateful didn’t begin to describe how he felt for finding that bottle on the beach or to Staff Sergeant Hamilton for telling Dare to reply or to his mom for calling Jenny. Dare had never believed in fate before, but something extra seemed to be in play here.
“You deserve a change in scenery,” she added. “What you’re going through can’t be
