She Paid a Stranded Biker’s Gas, and Three Days Later Everything Changed

Eleven.

Behind them rolled two pickup trucks with strapped-down boxes filling the beds.

Dust curled around the tires as the convoy turned off the road and came straight down Mercy House’s long cracked driveway.

Miss Edna gripped the arm of her chair.

“Oh my.”

Alicia’s heartbeat kicked against her ribs.

Because whatever this was, Briar Glen would see it.

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