“Count on it.”
“I’m worried about you,” Eliza admitted.
“I know. But don’t.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “I’ve got to go now. But I’ll see you tonight.”
“When?”
Ford smiled slightly, then jumped off the porch, disappearing around the corner of the house.
“Did Mr. Ford leave?” Elsie asked from the other side of the door.
“Yes. Just now.”
“Well, why don’t you come inside and finish your chicken, dear? You’re looking a little flushed from the sun.
“Yes…that sounds good. Thank you,” Eliza said, feeling numb.
Elsie smiled, ushering her inside, out of the sun. 6
Four shots were fired shortly after midnight, shaking Eliza from a light, troubled sleep. Her heart hammered in her ears, deafening. She clutched the blanket to her chest, holding her breath, straining her ears. Nobody in the house stirred. Eliza wondered if she had dreamed the shots…but no, Eliza knew what a real gun sounded like. Those four explosions hadn’t been imagined.