CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sarah attempts to memorize the path through the trees and snow. The trail is so well hidden. Everything so much alike. She can’t keep straight what they’ve already passed. To her, the ride is a lifetime.
Peter, knowing he can’t go anywhere, sleeps.
Almost an hour after sunset, they stop next to a large dirt embankment. Giant bare roots jumble themselves through the wall, making a contorted screen. The top of the embankment is snow-laden grass. Snow covers each jutting root. Set into the roots and embankment is a door and two windows. No one would notice them so long as they weren’t open, or no candles were lit.
Aengus leans in next to Sarah's ear. “Um, sweet um.” He looks down with a crooked grin, getting off Chess, and extends a hand to her.
Sarah slides back on the
