Chapter 14

• Rhonda moved slowly through the house. The silence was starting to really bother her. It had been a week since Dade and Cora moved her. A week since she’d seen Patrick. Cora and Dade came to see her at least once a day, but they had jobs and she couldn’t expect them to sit here and keep her company all the time.
• Sighing, she sat carefully at the table. Her scars were really bothering her today, they seem to be worse now as it came closer to winter. She’d asked Cora once to put the ointment on for her, and hadn’t been able to stand the sad look on the woman’s face. That was part of the reason she admired her; tough, yet so loving and compassionate. Maybe that’s how Cora picked up on the terror Rhonda had broadcasted the night she was attacked.
• She played with the tablecloth. Patrick said he’d get a message to her if it were possible, so clearly it wasn’t. This was a good thing? He wasn’t taking any chances. Chances at what? Her mind kept coming back to that at every hour of the day and night. What was he risking? For what?