Finally, I turned to Sam. “Let’s go home.” I bent down and took Sam in my arms. I carried her to the front porch and sat her on the porch swing. I plopped down beside her, exhausted.
It was now dawn and the morning sun was cutting through the fog.
Sam peered out over the water. “It’s a dark world we live in, isn’t it?”
“Yes it is.” I answered.
Sam nodded regrettably.
I slid my hand into hers, glanced toward the sky and said, “But at least we’re not alone.”
THE END OF BOOK ONE
Dear Reader,
You’ve made it this far, but this is not the end of Blake’s tale of survival, as there is still much of the story to be told. It seems that destiny has brought Blake and Sam together, but everything will change when a mysterious stranger arrives that will test their feelings for each other and force them to make some life altering choices, choices that will put all of the living at risk. Look for more in The Lonely Living: Book 2.
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