Chapter Eighteen
Sage
I got into the house at nine-thirty. Traffic had been thick as molasses most of the trip, taking longer than it had taken us to get down to Brownsville. Emotionally and physically, I was exhausted. “To bed, River.”
He slumped as he walked into the house. “Granny must be asleep already.”
“I’m sure she is, so be quiet. Just go to bed. I’m going to do the same thing.” I kissed him on top of the head as he walked by me. “Love you.”
“Love you too, Mom. Night.”
It felt good to be home. It felt safe, too. The whole way back I’d felt like I was trying to outrun something. I knew Callan wasn’t following me, so that wasn’t it. But it did feel like something ominous was on my trail. I didn’t like the feeling at all.
Things felt out of control, and I had to figure out how
