Chapter 6

Usually returning to the farm, her childhood home, brought a sense of peace and comforting familiarity. There were more happy memories in these walls and on these grounds than bad. She wanted desperately to keep it that way.

Julie parked, shutting off the engine. Outside the wind howled. “Are you ready to make a mad dash for the front door?”

“Afraid of a little snow?”

“I’m not exactly dressed for it,” Julie pointed out, “and neither are you.”

She was right, of course. The two of them wore similar outfits, jeans paired with a previously weather appropriate top: a sweater for Julie and a hoodie for herself. Julie had foolishly opted for sneakers on the way out, while Belle had slipped on her boots. There wasn’t a single glove, hat, scarf, or coat between them.