She whirled around to look, eyes wide, at the charming little house, complete with flower pots on the steps and an American flag hanging proudly from the right side overhang.
“Sylvie?” He prompted after a moment, the silent question clear.
She jumped slightly, startled. “I’m going!” she exclaimed, her voice high with uncertainty. Taking a deep breath and feeling his steady gaze on her, she opened the truck door. “I’m doing this.” Her voice the second time was steadier and full of determination. Read the chapter