Chapter 613

The next morning after the storm, the yard was flooded with water reaching up to mid-calf.

Sarah had slept through the night, but now awake, her head throbbed and her eyes were swollen like balloons.

"It hurts..." she murmured, touching her eyes gingerly.

As she rubbed her aching head, memories of the previous night flooded back.

She recalled the roof that Charlie had supposedly fixed still leaking badly - deliberately, she realized. Even in her half-conscious state, she clearly remembered someone carrying her away.

Wait...

Where was she?

Looking around, she found herself in a bright, clean room - nothing like the village accommodations.

could figure it out, the door opened and Zachary entered carrying

the soaked clothes, the faint cedar scent - it was Zachary who

setting the bowl before her, his voice gentle.

felt some relief.

voice dry, her face still

concern.


her head. "Mr. Reynolds, you don't need to apologize. This was my fault, not

I

remembered saying something in her delirium: "Zachary, you

what had she

as she hid behind the bowl, mortified. Those thoughts had always remained buried deep inside her

on the soup, drinking too quickly in

her back. "Slow

from his touch and gave him a cold look. "Mr. Reynolds, you're about to be

what are

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