“I can’t expect you to give me a pass or make it easy for me.” Iowa gestured toward the picture. “That man, my father, I know he loves me, but he was disappointed by my going to college, not proud. He wanted me to stay on the farm and worship each kernel as much as he did.” Iowa shook his head. “I can’t go back there. I’ll disappear, every part of who I am will disappear into those fields.”
Graham studied the tense set of Iowa’s jaw, the way he clutched the photo in desperation. There was actual fear in his eyes, pleading for understanding. Iowa had the look of a man who’d been backed into a corner and was anxiously searching for an escape.
~ Above is an excerpt from, Between the Lies, a spin-off series of Firehouse Six. 🙂
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