Darren escaped from the lovey-dovey Sam and Bonnie, a crushing load of guilt in his chest. He should be happy for his brother, and he was. Honest, he was. He just couldn’t breathe when he was with them for want of what they had.
Or maybe it was the suffocating feelings of abandonment that kept him from taking a true lungful of air.
He’d tried telling himself over the past several months that he was being unreasonable. Intellectually, he knew his brothers hadn’t abandoned him. But emotionally and mentally, he hadn’t quite arrived at the same conclusion yet.
So he drove north and west from Steeple Ridge, from Island Park, until he found the single-lane road out to the farm where he’d been spending more and more time since Logan had left. He’d come before Logan had left too, but not nearly
