Flu Season

Gan had only been to the Garriford home once and that had been several months ago. It was a quaint house, located off the main road, down a quiet street and nearly a mile from the nearest bus stop. She knew Cody well enough, and vice versa, that he wouldn’t have asked her to do this with the threat of the winter storm at her back given the time it had taken her to get here. Nearly an hour and a half between waiting for buses and transferring train lines. Her concern now reflected his. What if something really was wrong? She would risk getting snowed in if it meant making sure Logan was okay.