Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 472

He crouched down for a closer look, and yeah, no doubt about it—it was his dad Johnny's handwriting. Ryan always had a special spot in the Bradford family. His dad had taught him to write from a young age, so he recognized the script immediately.

Brushing away some snow next to the wooden plaque, he turned to the old alternative medicine expert behind him. "Hey, Grandpa, this isn't one of your relatives, right? Is it mine? How come Dad never mentioned we had family buried here?"

The old man hesitated, then quickly shifted gears. "Ryan, let's get moving. More snow's on the way, and climbing back up the mountain's gonna be rough."

Ryan was still curious and wanted to check out the smaller writing, but the old man grabbed his backpack and pulled him up. "Come on, leave it be. If your dad didn't bring it up, it probably wasn't significant. Let's go."

A bit skeptical, Ryan got to his feet and followed. The snowfall kept getting heavier, and it took them nearly an hour to gather the herbs.

On the way back, Ryan sniffled, "Grandpa, can you tell me more about my dad? All I know is he started with a roadside stand. Did he do anything else back home?"

well- loved around here. He built all these roads. When Clara was

Clara was as a kid. He hardly saw her; she was

cabin, he got busy with the herbs, working well into the afternoon. By evening, Ryan was about to head

up tonight. Better stay here

me crash here, Grandpa. By the way, you mentioned Clara was really sick before. Didn't she stay here with

paused, chopping vegetables. "Yeah, your dad had no choice. The big hospital

The hospital couldn't help, but you saved

awkwardly turned back to the fire.

dinner, Ryan settled in for the night. It didn't snow again,