Chapter 15
Laura pulled on an old Wolf Branch high school sweatshirt when she got out of her car, wondering why she hadn’t noticed before how aged and frayed the shirt was. The gray had faded to almost white, and the formerly tight-knit cuffs around her wrists were loose and misshapen.
Not exactly the most flattering thing she owned, not by a long shot. But it was the only warm thing hanging by the front door that she could grab on her way out.
She didn’t care nearly as much about flattering as she had a few hours ago, getting ready for dinner. She’d taken extra care before seeing Connor.
Not so much to see Jim. Laura wasn’t sure what that meant yet, if anything.
She shook her head and locked the car as she walked away.
The field was only a few hundred feet across, about half a town
