CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
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The trio drove in silence to wherever Sarah was leading them, Peter and Angie stealing glances at one another as they did. He kept looking into the rear-view mirror at this odd woman in the back seat of his car, who placidly watched the autumn-painted forest scroll past. It was as if getting into a stranger’s car and leading them to Grandmother Brigit was a normal occurrence for her. As he did, Peter could now see Sarah had pale freckles splashed across her plain face, and she smelled vaguely of campfire and the woods.
After about ten minutes of driving, Sarah leaned forward and, as she pointed, said, “Okay, Peter. There is a turn coming up to our right just after that fallen tree, do you see it?”
“That dirt road there?”
“Yes. Follow that for a few more miles – bu
