Chapter 4

Thank goodness Ethan headed around the back and tipped the wheelbarrow into the compost heap, burying the nibbled slice of French toast under the fresh pile. The passing seconds gave Rich enough respite to remember how to breathe.

“There’ll be more on top by the end of the day. Buried deep.” Ethan gave him a nod. Reassurance? To indicate he knew what he was talking about? Rich couldn’t be sure. “I’ll store this and we’ll see about getting you clean.”

Rich nodded, dumb with confusion. They disliked each other, so why be helpful?