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A modest blue sedan drove slowly into the town of Rocky Ford, Montana. Though it was twilight, the woman behind the wheel tried to see everything she passed. Her heart was pounding and had seemingly changed positions in her chest, feeling as though it had risen to the base of her throat.

Her mind and body seemed heavy with unnerving questions. Had she done the right thing by coming here? Maybe she should have written first. Or called.

But no, she thought then. Her goal could not have been accomplished through the mail or by telephone. She had been compelled to come to this place since the moment she had learned the truth, and she must see it through.

Turning her thoughts, she began looking for a motel, something quiet yet busy enough that her presence would pass unnoticed. How long she would be renting a room was an unknown at this point. She might have to change addresses several times to remain anonymous in a town of less than eight thousand residents if things didn’t happen fast. Fortunately, she noted with some relief while traversing the main street, Rocky Ford was not lacking in motels.

Spotting a pleasant-looking redbrick establishment with exceptionally clean grounds and a sign advertising a connecting café, she turned into the parking area and stopped near the office.

Drawing a deep breath to calm her speeding pulse, she got out of her car and walked into the office.