She could suck in no more than shallow gasps of air and sweat coated her skin, especially her palms. Her fingers trembled along with her stomach. Gordie just hoped she didn’t embarrass herself and throw up the second she got out of the truck. Steve’s hand landed on her thigh. “Stop worrying. Everything will be fine.” “You can’t know that.” “Yes, I can.” He glanced her way, turned back to watch the road. “We have each other, don’t we?” “Yes, but—” “See, everything is fine.” She took a deep breath. “That’s not what has me nervous and you know it.” He patted her leg. “Gordie, you did what you had to, there was no other choice and those that matter to you, to us, know that.” They turned a bend and the town came into view. It looked exactly the same as it had every other time she’d traveled this road. On the surface nothing had changed. But on the inside, like her, nothing was the same. Steve drove through the center of town, found a spot across the street from the café and parked.
