Chapter Twenty-Two
Doris climbed to her feet and approached the charred shell of the jeep. The vehicle had finally finished burning a short time after dark the previous evening. The blackened metal frames of their suitcases twisted and bent like some ghoulish sculpture. God had once again saved Ron and her from death. Did she have what it took to continue living this precarious life she’d chosen?
She glanced at Ron who stood a few yards away, hands stuffed in his pockets. Concern creased his forehead, and she gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. His face smoothed, and he nodded. She walked toward him, running her fingers through her hair in an effort to unsnarl the tangles. Was it a blessing or a curse that she didn’t have a mirror to check her appearance?
“How do you feel?”
