CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The police poured every resource they had into finding Lydia. Dogs were brought in to aid in the search. The last the Hartmans’ had heard, they lost her scent two miles into the woods. She had been headed south, that much they knew. William hired bounty hunters. And in the meantime, they tightened their security back at home.
The first letter arrived while Addison was still in the hospital. It was postmarked from a town not far from the Texas/Mexico border.
Dearest William,
I am so very sorry that things did not work out as I had hoped. I wear gray because it is associated with loss and that’s what I feel.
But I want you to know that I am fine. I’ve had my wounds licked and sewn up, and while I’m not completely healed… I am getting there.
At any rate, you should
