Chapter 4Allison stumbled home, blinded by tears, her heart aching with an almost physical pain. Wesley seems destroyed by grief. My love, my friend, the only man I ever gave my heart to is hurting, and it hurts me too.
The long steps from the Fulton house on the south side of town, to the Spencers' on the north, seemed to take a year. Icy wind pelted her with crumbled leaves and bits of dirt. She stumbled and nearly fell, barely managing to right herself. Leaning her hand against the slender trunk of an immature elm tree, she stopped moving and gave herself over to tears.
Around her, she could hear people talking, could hear them but could not take in what they were saying. They buzzed like flies on the windowsills of her mind, unnoticed and unimportant until a small warm hand grasped t
