They were on the top of the rise when Rose Hill Farm came into view. This was Lainey’s favorite vantage point. She could barely make out the rooftop of her cottage down below, hidden by trees, but it gave her comfort to realize how close their homes were. Suddenly a car honked loudly and careened around the buggy, upsetting the horse so that Jonah pulled quickly over to the side of the road and stopped.“Dutt’s weh?” he asked Lainey. Does anything hurt?“A little scared but not hurt,” she said.He raised his eyebrows. “You understood?”She lifted her chin. “I understand a lot more than you might think.”He grinned at her. “I’m sure you do.” He looked back at the horse. “I haven’t known Frieda to rear before.”Lainey looked up the road at the small speck of a black car, now far up the road. “It wasn’t Frieda’s fault. It was that car’s.”Jonah got out of the buggy to calm the horse down. When they arrived at the cottage, they found that little black car parked out front.“Oh no,”
