#Chapter41

“It sure is a pretty night. That little rainstorm certainly cooled it off right nice, didn’t it?” The orange and pink sun sink down behind the cornfield on the Logan’s farm as Sofia braided Imara’s hair.

“Mmm-hmm.” Her green eyes blinked a few times as Imara nodded and peeked out in the distance. “Thorin.” Her finger pointed out at the eyes staring back at her. “There’s my Sweetheart. He came back to me.”

The creaking of the rocking chair against the porch’s wood slats stopped as Shaw sat up straight and glared out over the yard. “Are you crazy? I don’t see anything.”

“Well, you are a human, so...