Atonement Trail (Laurel Valley #5)

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

The helicopter descended through morning light that turned the snow-covered valley into something from a snow globe—pristine, perfect, impossibly bright after the storm’s darkness.

Dylan could see the crowd gathered in the town square, their faces turned skyward with the universal expression of small towns when their own go missing—relief mixed with rabid curiosity about what happened while they were gone.

“Brace yourself,” Wyatt said over the headset, but his grin suggested he was enjoying this far too much. “Mom mobilized half the town when you didn’t check in last night. She’s got breakfast waiting at The Lampstand for what looks like everyone we’ve ever met.”