Chapter Two
Valerie sat curled up in front of the fireplace on the sofa, her k****e Fire in her hand, though she wasn’t paying as close attention to the book she was reading as she probably should be if she wanted to have any clue what was happening in the novel she’d just started. Her mind kept returning to Mr. Nelson.
January was almost over, and the gentleman had been in every night, like usual. But as the snow outside began to melt, he also began to fade even more, and her worrying increased. Even though she’d attempted to get him to come to church a few more times, he really didn’t seem interested at all, and she didn’t want to bother him. Maybe she should talk to Mrs. Gregory or one of the other older women she knew from church to see if they had any ideas. Mrs. Gregory hadn’t been
