by Beth Flynn
Without saying a word she walked over to me and just stood there. She didn’t meet my eyes, but looked at the ground. I looked to my right where Monster was sitting. He wasn’t even looking at me. Sometime during the last ten minutes (or had it been an hour?) he’d gotten a beer and was sitting there with his head thrown back, chugging it. To his right was the man called Froggy, the one who tried to help Willow. He was looking down at the broken lawn chair. Maybe he was trying to see if he could fix it. I don’t remember anyone else, although I know they were all there that night. Sitting around the campfire, watching, waiting, obeying.
I stood up and Moe slowly walked toward the motel. I clutched my bag to my chest and looked straight ahead as I followed her. Without turning around I knew with certainty that those mesmerizing eyes would watch me until I was behind the closed door of room number four.
Acknowledgments
I once again find myself at the end of a very long journey. And if you’re reading this, you’ve taken this journey with me, and for that I am forever grateful. For all my loyal readers and the new ones who are meeting me for the first time, you have my heartfelt and sincerest love and appreciation. Thank you for giving me and my words your precious time. Thank you for telling someone if you like the story, and thank you too, even if you didn’t like it. If that’s the case, I hope you’ll pass it on to someone who might.
I find that acknowledgments can be the most difficult part of finishing a novel because I can never seem to find the words to adequately describe the level of appreciation I feel for the dear family and friends who’ve contributed to bringing this story to fruition. I hope it’s okay to do a general love-filled shout out to everyone who, in their own special way, helped me bring Jonas and Lucy's story to life.
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About Beth Flynn
Beth Flynn is a fiction writer and USA Today Bestselling Author who lives and works in Sapphire, North Carolina, deep within the southern Blue Ridge Mountains. Raised in South Florida, Beth and her husband, Jim, have spent the last twenty-three years in Sapphire, where they own a construction company. They have been married thirty-seven years and have two beautiful daughters, an adored son-in-law, and a lovable Pit bull mix named Owen.
In her spare time, Beth enjoys studying the Word, writing, reading, gardening, and motorcycles, especially taking rides on the back of her husband’s Harley. She is an extremely grateful breast cancer survivor.
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