CHAPTER TWENTY
Sarah looks forward. A large wooden home-on-wheels sits in a small snow-laden clearing. If not for the wheels and horse harness propped in the snow, she would think it was a normal cottage painted red with gold trim. Bright yellow curtains are drawn over round windows on either side of an arching door. Three steps lead down into a cleared walkway. A striking white-and-black spotted horse grazes on a mound of hay set against the side of the harness. Smoke comes from the small chimney on the roof. No candles lit, even though it’s just about dark.
Boris curves his hand around the side of his mouth and calls out from his seat on the wagon. “Come, sweet Meloni! Yaouw have guests that need tenden!” He sits tall, and the wood creaks.
A candle glow brightens up a window. Its curt
