Page 153 of We Redeemed the Rain
How?
My answer poured over the pages, my tears mingling with the ink.
“If anything can conjure up the miraculous, it’s love.”
Two times her love had changed my life.
And I loved her—with everything in my chest, I loved her.
When my hand was aching and my neck hurt from leaning over my lap, I closed the first notebook and opened the second—the black leather one.
My story.
I scribbled onto the next empty page:Part Two.
PART THREE
Like the moon with no warmth of
its own, I bask in her rays
and I chase her. Forgetting
I’m shackled to night.
FORTY-ONE
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Why did everything on the ranch need me the moment I got back?
The only person I wanted was Bea.
No sooner had I parked the semi than Cooper and Jesse stopped me with issues or things they had questions about. Apparently, we had a fence break. We always treated breaks like emergencies, dropping everything to fix them. I was the chosen one. I grabbed my tools and tossed them into the back of the Ranger, watching for Bea and wondering what she was up to.
I texted her.
Me
I just got back. Where are you?
Bea
Hi! I’m inside.
Me
There’s a break in the fence. Pasture eight. I’m working out there fora bit.
Bea
It just started raining. You have to fix it in the rain?
Me
It’s not too bad. When it stops, come out here. Sprinkles wants to see you.
Bea
