Eighteen
Sunday morning
Scarlet found a nearby restaurant that served take-away breakfast in the early hours of that chilly morning. She sat in the warmth and comfort of the familiar SUV, slowing sipping the steamy peached flavored tea while peering out into the distant forest surroundings.
The fog had completely cleared, and the sun had ascended over the mountain peaks in thick bands of yellow and salmon across the windy skies, reminding her yet again how much she missed home. Above her, the clouds flew past rapidly, carried away by heavy passing gusts over the ice-capped mountain range, taking with it the cold, wet rain.
Scarlet had managed to dig up enough loose change to add to the ten dollar bill Elize had been kind enough to leave inside the car for her, which bought her a decent
