TWENTY
THEY FOUND A PARK that took travel-trailers and stopped for the night. Harry was a determined driver; they’d made a lot of progress. Without knowing where they were going, she couldn’t say how much.
Efficient Daire had emptied the fridge of all perishables, which left them reliant on cans and dry goods. Pasta with sauce wasn’t so bad, nothing special, but it filled them up. Harry went out to do some sweep of the trailer and the truck while she washed up their dishes.
As long as there was something to do, she could talk herself through the task, and ignore the niggling voice in her head. Once everything was clean, dry, and put away, it wasn’t so easy. While drying her hands, she leaned on the counter, staring up the hallway to the bed.
“Where are you, My Heart,” she whispered, de
