By early evening, I"d gone for my daily run, choosing Millionaire"s Mile for viewing pleasure. All the houses were grand and loomed high between Main Street and the Wharton Mountains in the background. The impressive sight for any newcomers to Braxton always encouraged me to recognize my hometown"s beauty. I set my alarm and took a catnap before meeting Eleanor for dinner. Watching the game in the chilly, fresh air had tuckered me out.
When I awoke, I remembered failing to share with Connor my news about Abby"s journal entries mentioning W. A. Since I was running late, it would have to be a Sunday activity. I found my favorite pair of dark jeans, added a light gray button-down shirt and a black sports jacket to the outfit, and eased my feet into a pair of black boots. A bit of snow had st
