Chapter 20

Jared’s entrails twisted in his gut, the same wrench that swept over him when all the truly bad things that had happened in his life—Bethany, his father’s death, Hazel dying, even Juliana’s abandonment. It felt the same—he was ten years old again and wanted to burst into tears.

The main entrance gate was down; the ambulance drove right over it as it eased through the wreckage. A pine tree had slammed down onto Valerie’s office trailer. Wet papers lay flattened on the ground. The gift shop cabin was intact but its front window was smashed open. Postcards and books were scattered on its front deck. A stuffed tiger toy dangled in the broken latticework around its foundation.