Saving Brielle
No need to run the battery down, I reason with myself, although I still feel twitchy about having no means of communication with the outside world.
But as I close my eyes, the sudden image of the van lurching my direction is all it takes to make leaving my electronics behind a non-issue.
I don’t think I have ever gone completely without them, though, I realize. I’ve never fully ‘unplugged’, ever.
This ought to be interesting.
In a flash of inspiration, I walk to my home office and grab four of the paperback books Mari loaned me – two romances by Erin Wright and two thriller stories by Paul Austin Ardoin. Pete glances up and smiles briefly before he returns his focus to my home computer.
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