Chapter 58 Uncharted Bonds Two
- “A well-known one apparently,” I retorted with optimistic sarcasm.
- The last time I was at their place in town, I never picked up on this flock of cars. Whose were they? It was Springville after all.
- However, the more I stepped down, the more I realized I recognized some of those cars in waiting. And, as if called upon by my fears, I watched the boy of my nightmare climb down a black G-wagon.