Gracie snapped out of the vision, back to the present moment—crouched under the kitchen table with the bassinet. She exhaled a long breath.
Wow. She and Amanda had run into someone in the woods who had recognized her. That encounter must have taken place not long before the accident. Was he one of the frat boys?
She had to tell Jake, right away. She had no idea what it meant, but maybe he and Olivia, the investigator, could figure it out.
Crawling from under the table, she rose to her feet so quickly that her head bumped against the table. She fell backward onto her butt with an “ow.”
And then someone was there, lifting her to her feet with strong arms—and her favorite scent in the world surrounded her.
Mark’s.
As soon as she was on her feet, she spun around and—yes, it was him! His
