INDIGO (RISE OF CRIMSON)

CHAPTER 65

The small house sat alone on a dead end road. Paint peeled from the weathered siding and golden weeds sighed againstthe foundation. A porch sagged in front of a rusty screen door thatswung and squeaked in the breeze. Blank windows stared out,reflecting the line of fire that was the horizon.

Natalie pulled her little red car off the road into the weeds and stared at her final destination. This had to be oneof the dumbest things she’d ever done – second only to the nightshe’d picked Marcus up in the bar and taken him home.

“What am I doing?”

She’d gone for food. She’d made a mental list in herhead that included ice cream and hot fudge, but then she’d drivenright past the store. She supposed it was curiosity and a desire tohave the entire disaster over and done with. She desperately neededto move on.

She shut the car off but stopped short of gettingout. Should she take all of her stuff with her? Her purse, her ID’s– her