Thatcher

A fresh start was what Rogan Hall needed. A small town, out of the way, where no one knew her or her brother was where they'd start over. She worked from home, and they kept to themselves. The only thing Rogan couldn't give up was her early morning run.

Like clockwork, she ran every morning, and again, like clockwork, the same family would pass her on the country road heading to who knew where. The little boy in the back seat would wave at her with such enthusiasm, it made her heart melt. H...