She came over with another cup of tea and quietly mentioned a family-owned inn on the other side of town.

The owner sometimes worked with local outreach groups when rooms were available.

Nathaniel asked Hannah if she would be comfortable with him calling.

“Only if I can speak to them myself,” Hannah answered.

“Of course.”

Teresa wrote the number on a receipt.

Nathaniel slid his phone across the table and let Hannah dial.

The proprietor, Mrs.