Chapter Fifty-One: Plenty of fish

He took in the fresher, less contaminated air of the small village farming town. Compared to the city, it was way cleaner given there were few factories and way less cars. A break was what she had suggested, a break he needed.

"Good morning," came a merry voice from behind him.

Hazel was out with wet laundry that was destined for the washing line. She had woken up before the sun was up and by the time Jake and the rest of the household rose to the delight of the new day, she had conquered her laundry and cleaned the kitchen.