TWO DAYS LATER....
It all started with a phone call.
Lena had just finished wiping dust off the small wooden stool Jax’s had built with his own hands for her. The compound had been quiet all day. Most since yesterday day.
Then her phone rang.
A rare sound now.
She picked it up, wiping her palms on her jeans.
“Hello?”
“Lena? It’s Mrs. Green from Willow Lane,” said a warm, familiar voice. “I found a box of rare thriller books in my attic. Thought you might want them before I give them to the public library.”
Lena smiled. Mrs. Green had been coming to her store for years. Reading books to compensate for these dull days doesn't sound like a bad ideal.
“That’s really sweet of you. I’ll come by now.”
She grabbed her coat and sneak outside without a second thought. No warning to the ot
