Marcia
“Home”, the quiet word, inspired so many uncontrollable feelings at the same time. Joy, longing, fear, hope, and above all, loss. Pulling out of the arms that cradled her completely, she sat tall, looking around. Despite what he said, this place was not her home and she could not emotionally afford to think of it that way. She knew that they would soon realize that she did not belong with them and that she was not worth helping, and she would have to leave. They had burned down and pulled her from the closest thing she had ever had early this morning, and all she could do now was to bide her time and plan. Maybe they would let her stay long enough to find work or loan her some money to settle elsewhere. Marcus had said that they would protect her but she did not think that would
