A little before midnight almost a week later, Jesse was kicked back in a chair with his legs propped up on the desk when the door flung open. He quickly sat up straight as Lexi stood in front of him. Her hands and gown were covered in blood.

“What happened, Mrs. Weston?”

She remained perfectly still in front of him with a blank stare. Her eyes blinked and her chest slowly rose and descended as her only movements. He guided her into a chair and removed a blanket from a cot in one of the cells to wrap around her. As he bent down, he hugged her.

“Everything’s going to be all right.”

Lexi had no idea why she was in the sheriff’s office. She intuitively rode Onyx to town and came inside. Whatever was wrong, she ascertained Jesse would help her. She felt be...

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