Chapter 52 Mending Fences

POV: ISOBEL

Isobel eased her car down the long, oak-shadowed lane, sunlight breaking through in honeyed shards that dappled the hood. She rolled to a stop outside the barn, the air thick with the scent of hay, leather, and the faint tang of last night’s rain.

She stepped inside, boots clicking sof...

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