Some Quiet Place (Some Quiet Place #1)(89)

You’re the one that brought me back to life.

Love,

Elizabeth

The second thing is easier. Careful to avoid being seen, I run through the field. The dying land senses me, leans toward me. I can feel it hoping, wondering. Once I reach the very center of the brown crops, I kneel. It’s such a simple thing to dig my fingers into the soil. This is what I was born to do. This is what Landon has bequeathed to me to finish on my own.

The power drains from my core, my veins, my very blood. It flows down through my hands into the ground. The surge is a physical sensation, and though I slump in exhaustion, it’s still invigorating to watch the change happening all around. The unharvested beans straighten, their stalks reaching toward the sky, becoming triumphant and full. But the crops aren’t the end of it. The power seeps deeper, deeper, reaching for the tired earth. Wake up, it says. Here’s what you need. I feel a shift. The moment I know I’ve accomplished life is when the cracked dirt melts away to mud.

And it’s done. My time in Edson, my friendship with Joshua, my ties to the Caldwell family. Gone. It’s bittersweet, but for the first time in a long time, I’m looking forward, too. Everyone has a purpose, and these people may not have known it, but they served so many for me. Maggie and her friendship, Sarah and her courage, Joshua and his innocence, Charles and his decision. They’ll live in my thoughts until the day the life completely fades from me.

As I’m blearily making my way back to my truck, a scream shatters the air. I pause, smiling.

“What next?” Fear asks from behind, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. Closing my eyes, I lean into him. Visions of horror and panting sweat erupt on the insides of my eyelids.

“I want to find my mom,” I tell him.

He doesn’t hesitate. “I’ll drive.”

I raise my brows at him. “Don’t you have summons to take care of?”

Fear tries to snatch the keys, but I manage to jerk them away just in time. He scowls down at me. “The world can spin without me for a few minutes, woman. Come on, I’ve never driven before.”

I laugh, a sound that he cuts short with a kiss that tastes like strawberries and terror.



About the Author

Kelsey Sutton has explored a variety of career paths, from fast food to dog training to housekeeping to advertising. Now she divides her time between her college classes and her writing. She lives in northern Minnesota with her pets, Lewis and Clark. Visit her online at kelseysutton.blogspot.com. Some Quiet Place is her debut YA novel with Flux.