It’s dry, and the door locks from the inside, and I’ll be nowhere near it.

You’ve had enough done to you for one night without spending it in a parking lot.”

I opened my mouth to refuse — I was a person who refused help, who had learned that accepting it cost more than it saved — and then I looked at this old man holding his door open in the rain for a woman he barely knew, and something in me was too tired to fight him.

And that was before he made the strangest offer I had ever heard in my life.

Chapter 4 — The Strange Offer

I had barely stepped into the warm, spare, orderly front room of his cottage when he said it.