JESSICA BERKELEY.
Two days later...
The roads are open. People can go in and out of the town now. That should be a good thing, but it creates a weird feeling in my chest when I think about Devin leaving.
I know he'd soon talk about leaving and that alone makes something in my chest tighten.
The town hall is louder than I expected. Voices overlap, laughter carries, chairs scrape lightly against wooden floors as people move around like this is something they’ve done a hundred times before.
I step in beside Devin, taking it all in.
“This is your idea of resting?” I murmur.
“It’s not mine,” he replies.
Margaret appears almost immediately.
“There you are,” she says, like we’re late even though we’re not. “I was beginning to think you two wouldn’t come.”
“You invited us,” I remind her.
