Chapter 37There wasn’t.
Two whole weeks of nonstop searching proved completely fruitless. He tried all the newspaper listings, online posts, and even stopped in at local businesses just to check. But to no avail. Despondent, he lost interest in eating and only put on a happy face for Kenna. He felt utterly useless. A failure. Having accomplished nothing over the past year of any value.
He slept a lot, but often awoke very early in the morning, which meant watching Dillon get ready. After three days straight of avoiding eye contact with him and brooding over cereal, Dakota could no longer dodge him.
And Dillon made sure of it. “Why don’t you come down to the cannery with me today?” he asked, pouring a fresh pot of coffee into a worn thermos. “We could use some extra help with shipments.
