couldn’t. She thought she’d fall apart if Myrna comforted her in any way.
It had been too long since anyone in her life had cared. She picked up her purse and stood for a moment in front of Myrna, wishing she’d had someone like this woman.
“I don’t like this, not one bit.” Myrna shook her head, looking from Laura to Jesse.
“Thank you for letting me stay the night.” Laura turned away and headed for the front door, walking fast and blinking furiously to clear her vision.
* * *
As Laura left, Jesse hugged his grandmother, the sweetest woman he knew. She stood stiff in his arms, her mouth in a tight and unhappy line.
“Gran, we don’t know her. You don’t know the whole story.”
“She told us the whole story and I know her aunt. Jesse, people have stories. That doesn’t mean they are stuck in that story. People make mistakes. They do what they have to in the situations they’re in. Now, how can we call ourselves Christians if we aren’t willing to give someone a second chance? You’ve had second chances.”
“What do you want me to do?”
His grandmother’s eyes filled with tears. “She needs help and a place to stay.”
“I can get her a room in Grove and then we’ll see if we can get her some assistance. You’re right—no one knows better than I do about second chances. The other thing I know is how dangerous the drug trade can be. People get angry. They get revenge.”
The front door clicked, ending their conversation.
“Go after her, Jesse.” His grandmother put a hand on his back, moving him forward.
“I have to get my shoes.”
“Well, you’d better hurry. She’s sick with nowhere to go. If something happens to her...” His grandmother’s face paled and she shook her head a little. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He slid his feet into his boots and grabbed his jacket. “I won’t let anything happen to her. I’m also not letting anything happen to you.”
He hurried out the door, putting his coat on as he went. Laura White stood at the end of the drive, a tall woman with auburn hair blowing in the light breeze. She shivered and hugged herself tightly, turning to look at him with a wan smile on her pale face.
Okay, he wouldn’t get the Samaritan of the Year award. But what in the world was he supposed to do with her? He walked to the end of the drive, thinking through options and not coming up with much. He guessed he could take her to his parents.
As he approached, Laura’s chin came up a notch, a little pride coming to the surface. He remembered being a kid, digging deep to find that pride to get past his own humiliation. He knew what it took for a person to find that strength.
“I can walk. I’m just not sure where I’m going or how I’ll get my car. I can’t afford to pay for repairs.” She turned, coughing into her shoulder before facing him again. The cold weather made her nose red and her gray eyes sparkle. “I don’t have insurance.”
“I’m sure Gran is going to pay for the repairs. She did pull out in front of you.”
“She didn’t see me. The rain was unbelievable.”
“She really wants you to stay here.”
Laura shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Then I’ll drive you to Grove. We’ll get you a hotel room and find some way to help you get back on your feet.”
She looked past him, her eyes damp with unshed tears. “You really don’t have to do this. I can get a ride.”
“No, you’re not okay. You’re sick. It looks like we’re going to get more rain and you have nowhere to go.” Jesse adjusted the hat he’d put on before walking outside. “I’m going to be honest. I’m not crazy about my grandmother bringing in strangers. But I’m also not about to let you walk off without help.”
She shivered. Jesse shrugged out of his jacket. He draped it across her shoulders and she huddled into it.
“Let’s get in my truck before the rain hits.” He put a hand on her arm and steered her in the right direction.
When they reached the passenger side of his truck she turned away from him, coughing again. The cough racked her thin body and when the spell ended she leaned against his truck, breathing deeply to catch her breath.
“You okay?”
“I’m good.” She turned, smiling, her face pale and her eyes huge but rimmed with dark circles.
“Right.” He opened the door and she climbed in. “When we get to town we’ll stop at the store for some cough syrup and maybe herbal tea.”
“You don’t have to.” She clicked the seat belt in place. “Look, you can stop pretending you’re my appointed keeper. I don’t need one. I’m good on my own. I’ve been on my own for a long time.”
“I’m not pretending anything. I’m just trying to help you.” He started the truck and shifted into Reverse, glancing into the rearview mirror as he backed down the driveway. “I’m trying to make sure you’re going to be okay.”
“I’m trying to let you off the hook.” She closed her eyes and his big coat enveloped her. “I’m so tired.”
“I know you are. On both counts.” He drove through Dawson and headed toward Grove. “You don’t have to let me off the hook.”
He glanced her way and then turned his attention back to the road. “Do you have job experience?”
“Yes.”
“And?” He drove out of Dawson, wondering if she was being purposely vague.
“I worked in an office and then as a manager for a cleaning crew. I was going to school to be a nurse.”
“Hmm.” He didn’t know what else to say. It seemed like a lot to throw away.
“Now I’m a felon and no one will hire me. I can’t even rent an apartment.”
“There has to be somewhere you can go.”
She sighed. “In a perfect world there would be justice and I would get a do-over.”
“There are those things—sometimes they’re just hard to find.”
She nodded but didn’t respond. He found himself wanting to know a whole lot more about her than she seemed willing to tell. The curiosity grew when she reached into the side pocket of her purse and pulled out a tiny framed photo. She held it tightly and closed her eyes.
Everyone had a story, his grandmother liked to remind him. They all had things they wished they could do over. He would have been more careful with other people’s feelings.
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