Chapter 77

She had trailed them like an addict chasing another high when he had walked with her. Nora didn’t seem comfortable first, but now she did. Whatever he set out to achieve, he did. That was Noah Abel.

And this was Vanessa Flynn, standing in her faded khaki capri with black sweathirt, hair up in a signature bun, and barefoot. She had tried climbing this vertical set of logs. Her feet hurt now, a blister or two would form. If water retained, it’d either infect her, a mix of dead white cells, tissue debris. Its like her brain had coveted to finding non sense to fill the vacuum once her obsession with the couple would die down. And it will.

She was fast hatching a plan to make Noah hers. It was no longer question of her need, it was about her sanity. The banality of her idea didn’t strike her comforting but she felt more than ready. Because she knew Noah could no more lose interest in her than he could stop caring about his prized possessions. That was one thing set in stone. Noah like he