Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 638

At the very end of the winding mountain road, the old temple waited, perched at the highest point.

There were still a thousand steps to climb, but with Dylan in his wheelchair, that wasn't happening.

Mrs. Ferguson bent down, her voice gentle but firm. “You take the elevator, Dylan. Tara and I will walk the stairs."

Tara stood quietly in front of her, eyes downcast, not arguing.

Guided by a monk, Dylan wheeled himself toward the side entrance.

The monastery's elevator was rarely used-built years ago by some rich family from the Capital, just for people who couldn't make the climb.

Some people believed so deeply that, even when life had worn them down and their bodies gave out, they still dragged themselves here to pray.

Dylan never understood it. He didn't believe in any of it.

He glanced up, watching Mrs. Ferguson already starting up the steps, then let his gaze fall, fiddling with the ring on his finger.

window, and through it he could see rolling green hills, bright water, and trees covered

mountain quiet, that he realized spring

the top, he asked the attendant nearby,

our guests. The higher up you pick, the better

kind of luck?"

love," the monk answered.

so the monk added, "It's best if you pick them early in the morning. That's

just made a noncommittal sound, letting

planned to spend the night at the monastery. The rooms were notoriously hard to book; she wanted

when she noticed Tara kneeling,

gentle face of the Buddha and made her

finished, she put all the cash she'd brought into the donation

temple and Tara was no exception. She always felt the

to dinner. Mrs.

heard he hasn't

health, or did Clara upset him again? She runs off, then