Codi watched the Idaho landscape fly by, and when it the road came, she said, “It’s right at the next one, Abby.”
“I see it on the screen, honey,” the older woman said. She and Georgia rode in the front seat, and Codi hadn’t minded the trip home in the backseat. She had so much on her mind already, and she’d enjoyed the easy morning and partial afternoon…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Feel-Good Fiction Books by Elana Johnson to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.