Lydia busied herself by helping the elderly around town. Mrs. Hendricks had needed help organizing her attic. Old man Turner had needed someone to fix his fence. Simple tasks that kept her hands busy and her mind from wandering to places it shouldn't like wondering if Ethan's wound was healing properly or if he was taking care of himself at all.
Stop it, she scolded herself. He made it clear he doesn't need your concern.
Her stomach growled reminding her she hadn't eaten anything throughout the day. The local mart was just ahead, it faded sign swinging gently in the breeze.
"Hello?" Lydia called as she pushed open the door. The little bell above jingled cheerfully but no one appeared to greet her. Strange. Mr Harlan, the owner was always seated out front, chewing on that ancient
