Chapter 211 Avery

• Grace
• I went boneless in my seat when Charles hung up. My mind was clear even as my chest felt so tight I could barely breathe. I was silent for the rest of the car ride, riding out the rush of whatever Eason had given me and Charles’ words. As the car pulled to a stop, I looked out the window. Rolling fields stretched as far as the eye could see, golden under the afternoon sun. The car went quiet as the driver cut the engine. Cecil, my ever-energetic four-year-old, bounced in her car seat, practically vibrating with excitement. Even Richard, barely a year old, seemed to perk up in his carrier, cooing at the open sky.
• "Wow!" Cecil squealed. "Are we moving here?"