He thought he was stopping for a stray dog in the snow-until he saw what she was hiding beneath her body

something.”

Cal watched the tiny body breathe. “Finn, then.”

By afternoon, word had started to move through Pine Hollow. It did not move quickly, because nothing in a rural county moved quickly unless it was bad weather or gossip, and this was both worse and quieter than gossip. At the grocery store, Ruth told the cashier only that Cal had taken in a continue reading …