Eighteen
Heron assured her they had plenty of charge to make it to Bellefield and that what awaited them was soft beds, good food, and a place to regroup. To Grace that sounded like heaven after the last few days.
She couldn’t wait for the soft bed in particular.
As the late evening turned into night, Grace found she couldn’t keep her eyes open. It was either the darkness cocooning the auto that made her drowsy or the result of her adrenaline leaving her. She woke hours later to find the soft light of dawn was upon them. The pinks of a fresh morning gave the landscape a lavender hue.
Heron was resting against the opposite seat, his head in his hand, gazing out the window but not really seeing anything. The blue light of his lenscape was on, his attention focused on some task she couldn
