Chapter 152 The Price Of Secrecy

• The sounds of gravel crunching breathed pairs of tires stole her complete attention, but once it inched closer, Rita refocused on Cotton.
• She resumed stroking its mane, acting oblivious of the car coming to a halt before he alighted from it.
• “Wifey!” Michael almost lost his footing the instant he acknowledged Rita standing in the stable — stroking a damned animal in such cold, unfavorable weather.