Chapter 34. Who Did You Tell?

Josie's POV

There's a particular kind of day you get before something enormous happens. Everything is ordinary and nothing is. You peel potatoes for lunch and your hands don't feel like your hands.

I spent it in my own kitchen at Cedar Run, because Rourke's people had finally gone home and the pack still had to eat. A hundred and forty covers. Chicken and biscuits at noon, pot roast at six. Bea on pastry. Danny underfoot, stealing things. My mother in and out with her lists. It should have felt like coming home.

It felt like the last day of something.

Weston stayed out of the kitchen until three, which was so obviously on purpose that Danny laughed at him in the yard. Then he came to the back door and stood there, not coming in.

"Can I help?"