Chapter 3

I glanced toward the door. To my surprise, Josiah hadn't shut it all the way when he left.

Standing in the doorway was Winona, dressed in loose pajamas, clutching at Josiah like her life depended on it. He tried to peel her hands off him and turn away.

But Winona wouldn't let go. She clung to him, her voice desperate. "Josiah, don't go. You have no idea how much I've missed you all these years."

Josiah's fists clenched at his sides, his lips curling into a cold sneer. "You think I still care?"

Winona saw that Josiah was about to…