Chapter 43

“Why aren’t you more worried about this?” Mama said. She’d brought Belle over to have some breakfast, and the old woman had never left. She was probably still seated at the table by the door, helping Mama polish the knives and forks. “They burned your garage down. The next time, it could be your house.”

“Whoever did this had no intention of hurting me. Did you see where they started it? As far from my house as they could get. They put some thought into it.”

“And if you take him back, they could decide it doesn’t matter who you are because you’re harboring a Strike soldier.”

“Maria…” Belle sounded tired. Rafe wondered if he should sneak out and find a ride home for her. He hoped Mama would notice so he wouldn’t have to. “Does he know?”

He?Who was Belle referring to?

“Of course not. It’s none of his business.”

“What if Rafe told him?”