Barbara Phinney - Keeping Her Safe

The guy slept like the dead. Rae didn’t want to step into the small room, but they had work to do. A quick glance around showed he’d settled it. Her father had taken her grandmother’s quilt for the bed, plus warm fleece sheets. Her inspection returned to Hunter’s face. This was his first full day of freedom. She shouldn’t deny him one sleep-in.

With a feeling of guilt, she noted the small garbage can holding the remains of a steak and its wrapper and tray.

Plus a note with Hunter’s name on it, in her father’s handwriting, though the words were smeared.

Dad had bought Hunter a steak? They could barely afford groceries right now, and her father had purchased a top quality, twenty-dollar steak?

Irritation rolled over her. Here she’d risen early, eaten leftovers and prepared for a day that would begin her healing and earn some much-needed money, while Hunter, full of steak, slept in….

Louder than before, she called his name for a third time.

When he still didn’t move, she knew something was dangerously wrong.

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