Chapter 2
A pot of acorn coffee sat warming on the wood-burning stove in the kitchen. It bubbled and boiled as it filled the cottage with its strong, earthy aroma. When it finished brewing, Travis poured two glasses and brought one over to the woman sitting at his table. Dark, curly black hair and caramel skin, she watched him with a pair of brown, careworn eyes as she smiled softly and accepted the cup from him. Her hand lay upon her little lump of a belly.
“So,” Travis said as he sat across from her. “What can I do for you, Ms. Gomez?”
“Necesito tu ayuda, por favor, señor,” she said. “Mi esposo and I have been trying to have a child por cinco años. Five years, Mr. Grayweaver. And now she’s right here and I’m tan asustado. So scared.”
Travis glanced down to where her hand rested. He g
