Chapter Twenty
Weston’s voice cut in. “All right kids, time to get back on track. I’ve got to get back to the station.” He strode to the door, stopping to ruffle Dax’s hair. “You two need to put this aside and remember the election is in twenty-one days. The work only gets more intense from here on out. I’ll see you two tomorrow.” He gave them a little salute and shut the door behind him with a click.
The sound echoed through the room.
Elaine inhaled deeply, trying to steady the riot of emotions swirling through her. The urge to run, embarrassment at the realization that Travis was right. She did hover over Dax. She couldn’t help it. Sitting in Dottie’s basement in the dark, wind screaming around them – her life had flashed before her eyes. More importantly, her life without her son had
