What he’d shared had touched her so deeply, she could barely swallow past the lump in her throat. The things he’d endured as a soldier in the war were far worse than anything she’d had to go through. How did you compare a broken fingernail to losing men you care about because of bombs and gunfire? More exhausted than she’d ever been in her life, Phoebe stared at the little bed with the clean sheets. She almost gave in and fell onto the mattress, fully clothed. She could have been asleep in seconds, but for the little matter of her dead fiancé in the trunk of the rental car. With a sigh, she peered through the mini-blinds. Nash’s truck was gone. The only vehicle left was Lola’s bright red 1967 Ford Mustang. The lights were off in the main house, as were the lights in the neighboring houses. Phoebe grabbed an old steak knife from the kitchenette and flipped the switch next to the door, plunging herself into darkness.
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