It was the next day, and the sun shone bright on the small town, giving it a warm welcoming glow to any newcomers that had ventured off from the city. Glee was a small town and attracted a lot of outsiders to the town’s famous Cream of the Crop Festival, held every summer.
Paul sat at his desk and stared at the door. Maybe he was hallucinating. Maybe he thought it was her calling, and it wasn’t. He didn’t know what to believe.
He sighed a heavy sigh and frowned. He missed her so much that his heart hurt.
“Woods!” called the sheriff, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
He looked at her as she brought a file to his desk and opened it. He looked over the contents and his head snapped up.
“Maybe Anna got in a little too deep,” she said, sadly.
He looked back at the report. It read that
