“It’s a long story,” Wren told her.“I’d imagine so.” Gretchen looked Kael over, and Wren had the distinct sense she was cataloguing every inch of him; the way he stood, his eyes tracking the entire space around, and the faint bulge under his jacket that meant he was armed.“Well, any friend of Wren’s is welcome here. Grace told me you’re here to join the volunteering event happening out back, right?”Wren nodded.“That’s great. Thank you all so much for offering to help. You’ll stay for lunch after, won’t you? All of you?”Grace answered before Wren could. “Absolutely.”Gretchen beamed. “Good. Now let’s get you sorted.”Some minutes later Wren was standing in a cramped mudroom, staring down at her feet, which were now encased in rubber boots that went halfway up her calves. They smelled faintly of disinfectant and soil, and the laces were frayed at the ends like someone had chewed on them.Grace was already dressed, new overalls on, with a pair of gloves dangling from her back pocket
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