Chapter Twenty-Four
It took three days to get to the small border town where too many memories lived. Amalie sat on the edge of their camp as dawn streaked across the sky. Behind her, the men and women who’d come to help roused themselves.
She closed her eyes, imagining the last time she’d set foot in the area. She hadn’t been able to stay away like she knew she should have. Only a month after giving her daughter to Tuck’s sister to keep safe, she’d found herself crouching on a rooftop that looked down into a courtyard surrounded by small homes.
The wail of a baby pierced the air moments before a petite woman with honey blonde hair stepped from the house. The bundle in her arms wiggled and Amalie held her breath.
“Hush,” the woman cooed. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with you today, baby
