I never dreamed you’d bring one home.”

Chapter 11 — The Errand That Became Love

I sat with that, my heart hammering, and slowly a different picture began to assemble itself — a picture of the man I thought I’d known.

“He came here on purpose,” I said.

It was not quite a question.

“Ezra.

He didn’t just wander into that coffee shop.” “I’d guess,” Bruno said gently, “that he came to South Carolina looking for whoever his father’s clause was meant for.

The Kincaid mills have been failing for years, everyone in timber knows it.