![]() ![]() Was that yesterday? All the days were starting to run together. The interagency coordinators had dispersed the fire camp even though the cleanup efforts would continue in the coming weeks, sending everyone home to rest and regroup. In short, he was a mess, but he’d promised Garrick days earlier that he’d find him, and somehow keeping that promise seemed more important than anything else, including the sleep he desperately needed. He might never get the scent out of his car or hat. ![]() He stank of smoke, probably would for a week. And a change of clothes wouldn’t have been a bad idea either. Last few days, being a vegetarian had meant a lot of bread, a lot of rice, and far more cookies than prudent as the staff of the food truck had tried to keep him and the other non-meat eaters in enough calories to keep their energy up. Eaten some hot food that included a vegetable. Rain probably should have showered first. ![]() There was so much he wanted to say, and most importantly, he wanted to keep his promise to listen to Rain, really and truly listen this time with his whole heart and without old fears ringing in his ears. He’d wait for Rain, wait for their talk, wait for a chance to make this right between them. He couldn’t tell him everything right then, but he could tell him that he’d wait, could put that much on the line. Throat tight, all Garrick could do was nod. ![]()
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