the border of Illinois and Wisconsin, but there was a bed and breakfast.

o help her, but Andrea was already out, her coat on but not buttoned. S

elevision. He glanced up and said, “Sorry, folks. We’re out of rooms,” and then refocused o

s closed, and we can't get to where we wer

bout ten minutes down the road. Well

s before that town? Don't you have a lounge or parlor?

He scoffed and did

y go to the next town.” Ca

he counter and put her hands on top of it. “Listen, sir, I would like to speak to the owners. Are they here? I’m sure they

tic expression on his face melted

ove it if you could check again t

, but Andrea thought he was faking, like he already knew he had a room. “Well, Miss Sparks, we do h

. She didn’t like the sound of “one small room,” but

her mom a text. No word on Grandpa’s surgery yet. “It’s up the st

heir luggage. Andrea dropped her phon

I get a selfie? Plea

Sure.” Jubilantly, he ran around the counter, phone in ha

room. He was standing in the doorway with

tely saw what it was. The room was so small,

or some blankets so I

rotested. “You need your sleep

ook his head, and she knew he’d never let he

d to walk away. “It’s a big enough bed, Case. We’ll

you s

to have to sleep on the hard floor, and she did

hank you

nly felt cold, like it was meant to be to

he road. I’m going to go get so

eeseburger.” She went through her suitcase t

aid, “I love a g

ith a question mark in he

like birds. That’s not healthy

ing and different than the girls h