Broken WingDouglas Esper
In her peripheral vision, Sierra noticed her fiancé rubbing his eyes open. “Sorry, I tried not to wake you.”
“You didn’t,” Logan said. “The light reflecting off that necklace was burning right into my eyes. I even saw flashes of it in my dream.”
Sierra touched the golden, angel-shaped jewelry, now hanging from her rearview mirror. “I don’t feel right wearing it anymore.”
Logan shifted in the passenger seat, yawning. “I know, dear. Your grandmother will be wearing it soon enough, and then she won’t ever have to give it away again.”
Keeping her eyes on the road, Sierra asked, “How you holding up, hon?”
Logan stretched until his back cracked, and then he grunted.
Sierra rubbed Logan’s neck. “I know what a hassle it is to climb in my tiny car, ever since—”
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