Chapter Twenty-Six
Apparently, there had been a late-season snowstorm last night. Morgan hadn’t noticed. How could she have? She’d been in a cocoon of warmth in Arthur’s bed.
This afternoon, the roads were clear of the snowstorm. Mounds were shoved aside. Morgan heard the gravel of salt crunching under the tires.
There weren’t many people on the highway, making her trip quick and easy. Even when she came to the city streets, cars turned in opposite directions from where she wanted to go. Lights turned green only seconds after turning red. It was like magic.
And because the roads were so clear and traffic so light, Morgan could clearly tell that she was being followed. She didn’t panic. The car was familiar. It was from her town.
She very nearly picked up her cellphone to call Arthur a
