Chapter 29
Elena Closing the door of the truck in her driveway, I take a deep breath and count to ten. I didn’t cancel lunch with the woman who has become like a mother to me. No, instead I’m going to go through with this meal and do the very best that I can to not blurt out the fact that her son is alive and in Ludowici. You can do this. It’s for her safety. I lift my fist to knock on the door that was once my home earlier this year and before I can get through the third knock, the door opens. “Elena!” The middle-aged woman with a new pixie haircut and a warm smile welcomes me. “Carol, hi. How are you?” Stepping inside, I give her a hug. “I’m fine, dear. Are you hungry?” She unties her apron as I follow her into the kitchen. “I could eat.” Actually, my nerves are making me not hungry at all,
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