It was true. Baxter was being a butthead, but when wasn't he? Iona hated being here but she was thankful to have Micah help her get through this. His watchful eye always knew when she needed to take her meds or when to eat. She'd never had that sort of nurture before. And she hated to put him through her small-town world. It made her sad to think this was where she was from. A place where she was just the butt of a joke.
"We've never spent this much time together," she told Micah as they packed the car.
"It's about time, right?" He almost smiled. She knew not to get to comfortable with him in her life. After all, he was pretty much Mr. Cold when it came to relationships. She'd seen how he was around his girlfriend in the past. Iona wanted to ask him what happened to him, but she didn't. It might be better not to know.
Micah went around in his mask a good bit which made Baxter all the more angst. Of course, Baxter wanted her to stay. But Micah informed him that Baxter needed to be on his own. After all, Iona had a life with Micah.
At first, she was thrilled at the notion, but staying up late at night in thought she knew it was just an act. Micah wanted to go home. She wanted to go home too. She really didn't miss her little town, after all.
Soon they were on their long road home. They'd gotten off later than they expected and Micah went down the wrong road. She knew he was practically livid even if he did his best to keep his cool. He was afraid they'd never get out of South Dakota. But on their way back to the main highway, they saw something.
"Stop!" Iona gasped. Her eyes were wide-open.
It was sundown, getting harder to see.
It was a girl, barely clothed, limping.
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