Chapter Seven
The green pastures and log-style cabins of the ranches gave way to concrete and brick and mortar buildings as Lana drove her rental into town. The small town reminded her of the one where her grandparents lived and she’d spent her summers. There hadn't been ranches lining the neighborhood streets. But there had been that homey feeling where everyone knew everyone. That feeling where the people walking by looked up and smiled, rather than hung their heads low staring at their phones. That feeling where people crossed the street to say hello instead of going out of their way to avoid any contact.
Lana hadn't been back to her grands’ neighborhood since last summer. They talked every Sunday. But one subject was off-limits. That was the subject of her stymied attempt at marriage
