The mountain cabin was the best purchase I had ever made. It is what I should have done the moment I escaped the Heavenly household. Nothing that happened afterward would have happened had I made a beeline for the wilderness.
I sat on the porch looking out over the treetops. The morning fog was slow to dissipate, but it would in another hour or so.
The sherpa-lined blanket slipped from my shoulder as I took a sip of the steaming hot coca that kept my hands warm. I spent a lot of time these days trying to stay warm. At least here, I had an external reason for the chill. It was better than obsessing with my shriveled heart. It was a waiting game for the remainder of the organ to stop beating. It shouldn't be long now that I had walked away from Alec.
The fire gutted the apartment building. I heard King bought the building and had it razed before Lettie's case went to trial.
