Chapter SeventeenNathan pulled on his black shirt and cinched his belt over his black pants — an improvised recon outfit purchased at Kmart on his way through Pennsylvania. He gazed upon Maggie sleeping with her head buried under a pillow. He hoped she meant it when she said she was looking for nothing more because he had nothing more to give. He turned away and assembled his MP. Out of habit, he checked that he had extra ammunition. He knew the answer already. Not enough. Only one full magazine left. When he turned back, she was sitting up in bed, staring at him.
In response to his deer-in-the-headlights look, she giggled. “Don’t worry. I didn’t think you were an angel.”
“I’m not even close.”
“Should I be afraid?”
“No.”
“Then I don’t care. We’ve all got our demons to deal with.”
Nat
