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EMERALD LAKE
One Week Later
Chelsea opened the door to Wenner. He’d arrived home that morning from visiting his family and had come straight to the cottage.
“It’s good to see you, my friend.” She gave him a hug. “Come in.”
Sage lifted her head off her doggy bed and wagged her tail at him. She had a white plastic collar around her neck to keep from biting the stitches on her upper shoulder. They sat in the living room over coffee. Wenner looked at Sage, who had gone back to sleep. “Is she okay?”
“Never better. The stitches are dissolving, and you can see the wound is healing nicely.”
“I’m so sorry I was away with all that’s happened. You didn’t need to be embroiled in this shady business, especially with your daughter’s accident and all,” Wenner said.
“Oh, nonsense. It’s all wo
