But she stopped when she heard him call out. “Wait! Wait, Kenna, just—just ask him one thing for me. Please? Ask him if he got my cards. And if he kept them. I think you’ll know then whether he wants to see me or not, based on the answer.”
Ken twisted her neck to glare at him. “Cards?”
“When I was on the road, I sent him some postcards, to the town that I heard he lived in. I didn’t sign them, but he would know who they’re from.” Terrell gulped. Stumbling closer to her, “Please, ask him about it. If he threw them away, I’ll go.”
She silently cursed as many insults as she could call up. Oh yes, she knew about the letters, though her dad had failed to bring them up. She’d seen at least two of them among the town’s mail as Katya sorted it, and once more: last night, as Dakota unpacked some
