Page 47 of Chaos has a Name
Ten A.M.
Damascus, Utah
Upon arrival at the way-too-familiar building, all of the old memories came flooding back, and fortunately for Elizabeth, they weren’t all bad. This was where she came after marrying Ethan, and they’d started a life here.
A damn good one too.
Damascuswas where she birthed a few of their babies, while creating a home for herself, and her family.
So, it wasn’t that she hated it here, no. That was anything but the truth.
It just wasn’t…home.
It just wasn’t a place that nurtured her soul and made her feel…safe.
Everything here gave Elizabeth that sense of being out of control. It had been from the day she arrived here to the day they left.
The bottom line was fairly simple.
Elizabeth Blackhawk was a DC girlie to her core. You could take the girl out ofThe District, but you couldn’t takeThe Districtout of the girl.
She was born there, was raised there until she was ten, and she returned there to rise up the ladder in the FBI to earn her title.
It always called her soul back to it—in one way or another.
It was a familiarity that she loved and cherished to her core. Here, inDamascus, she and Ethan had opened this hub, and ran it like they stole it.
There had been good times.
And there had been bad times.
This had been where he had started his life—not her, and she just never felt…settled there.
Now, she was going to have to navigate a world between the two, and hope that Wyler would take the chemo and fight.
If he did, they were out of here so fast, the whole Midwest would think a huge windstorm had blown through on its way back East.
Yeah, that damn fast.
The best doctors were on the East Coast, and they had the money to get him into clinical trials to help prolong his life.
They might be able to save him, if he let them at least try.
That was the problem.
He didn’t want them interfering.
The fact that he’d come home and was out hunting as if he was going to feed his family long after he was gone, gave her that sinking feeling in the pit of her belly.
She was going to be burying him here.
Sooner.
Rather than later.
The rational part of her knew that it was his choice not to do the chemo. Everyone had a right to choose their end days, but it was the angry part of her who lost her father way too early, and her mother even earlier, that wanted him to fight.
For her.
