Chapter 10
Jill’s hair was still damp as she stood at the window in the living room, looking down at the street below. This was Seattle, busy all the time, but the mornings were crazy, the roads jammed with cars, the horns honking, and the pedestrians on the sidewalk, the nine-to-five crowd, rushing to their corporate world. She wondered where Samuel was now. She pictured him in his dark blue Beemer, a small sporty car that was often left underground, rarely used. She imagined him driving out the back and heading for the freeway, and she prayed silently that something good would come out of this, that Samuel could find a way to settle his differences with his brothers and with Jake.
“Thank you, Logan,” she said under her breath as she pressed her hand to the window, feeling the silence.
