#Chapter 141: Consequences

Ella When I finally reached the familiar cornfields a few hours later, I slowed to a trot and then stopped at the edge of the property. The old farmhouse sat in the distance, and to my relief, lights were on in the windows. Yellow light spilled out onto the front porch, and I could see the faint glow of what looked like a television through the living room window. He was alive. He had to be alive if the lights were on. I shifted back to human form before walking up to the front door and knocking. To my relief, heavy, booted footsteps approached from inside. But when the door swung open, it wasn’t the farmer standing there—but rather a woman in her forties with graying hair and tired eyes. She was holding a shotgun. The same shotgun that the farmer had been holding the last time I’d been here. “Who the hell are you?” She made sure to hold the gun where I could see it, although she didn’t point it at me. “It’s past midnight.” My heart lurched, b