Chapter 29
Sadie
The wind started to wisp around my hair as I sat in the grass. My hair is constantly being batted against my eyelashes and trying to pry into my mouth. Summer had been coming to a close the past week, and the crisp fall air made its harsh appearance.
The seasons here seem to have a sharp contrast to what I was used to. Aunt Maria and I would always sit on our porch swing and swing into the night, just listening to the cicadas and crickets hum. Here, it didn’t seem like the loud, obnoxious insects had time to ponder their song since frost was quickly approaching.
I guess that happens when you live partly on a mountain.
With a blanket wrapped around me, I sat on the bench near the pack house. All the little pups were running around on the make-shift playground. A few
