38
Saige
I clung to Flynn’s hand, the other clutching his elbow, my stomach in knots, my throat tight. He claimed he would love me forever and hadn’t one mentioned leaving the homestead, but what if Jessie encouraged him to go into town, report his father’s so-called disappearance, and he ended up wanting to stay in the hustle and bustle he’d never experienced as a man?
The thought of returning to town, to people, burned my esophagus with bile, and I swallowed repeatedly while walking down to the river’s edge.
Brock hopped from the plane to tie up the pontoons, while Jessie took a bit longer. One arm in a cast, she didn’t help tie up, but climbed ashore with a grin on her face.
Her smile slowly faded as she took in how I hung on Flynn, her gaze flitting behind us for a few seconds as
