Chapter 98

As they got farther and farther from the hospital and neared Stoketon, Hunter asked if they could stop by Beaumont House before continuing on to Michael’s.

Michael knitted his eyebrows together, frowning. “Why would you want to do that? There’s nothing left.”

“I know. But I need to see it for myself. You know?”

“I guess that makes sense.” Soon they were heading up the stone driveway Hunter had had repaved in what seemed like another lifetime. As they turned a curve and came to the clearing where the house had once stood, Hunter saw the majestic pines and oaks that had grown near the house were now nothing more than blackened stumps. The woods near the old house were blanketed with ash. Already he could make out green creepers twisting their way through the ashy soil. It was amazing how quickly life regenerated itself.