Glenda’s POV
After Grace had jumped out of the Jeep, I knew that she had made her decision about what to believe. I couldn’t blame her. If my father was alive, I don’t know that I could have kept pretending even if he seemed perfectly healthy.
It had all happened so fast; all I could do was follow Grace and Gordon in through the side door. Matt followed just behind me. She moved quickly, steering her father down the narrow hallway and across the narrow metal bridge above the floor filled with large metal silos. When she got him into a small office and onto a cot, he spoke softly to her, reaching into the hood of her jacket.
I didn’t understand what they were saying. They spoke so softly, I couldn’t understand the words, but I was almost certain they weren’t speaking English.
I looked
