Chapter 6
A sultry breeze blew wisps of hair from Ally's neck. Not even the wind could provide relief from the scorching sun beating down from above. She shielded her eyes, taking in the brick buildings of Whitaker Street's Historic District.
Beads of sweat spilled over her hand from the sweet tea clutched inside. She placed the straw to her lips, eager to taste the sugary goodness but finding a watered-down version instead.
At least the cup was still cool. She pressed it to her forehead, fighting back exhaustion. The heat—it was the beauty of living in the South. Who needed a sauna? Savannah summers brought about the same effect.
Taking one last sip of her watered-down tea, she tossed the cup in a trashcan before turning the corner at Broughton Street. Her eyes trailed across a new se
