I woke to sunlight pouring through the tall windows across my bed and onto my face. For a second, I stayed still, letting the quietness of the house settle over me. The soft creak of floorboards downstairs, the low murmur of voices in the kitchen, the distant clink of plates being set on the table. It was the kind of morning I used to dream about when we lived in the woods with nothing but a leaking lean-to and empty stomachs. Who could have thought that three years later, after I walked off Voss, I could still live a warm life with my new family.
I turned my head slightly, Finn was curled up beside me, his small chest rising and falling under the blanket. He was three now, all chatter and questions coupled with endless energy. His dark hair stuck up in every direction, and one tiny hand
