CHAPTER 6
Daniel wanted to make sure our relationship was clear to anyone who saw us together. He drove the wagon from the front bench, while I rode in back on a bed of hay. Four strong horses pulled the wagon aptly through the snow. A few times Daniel stopped, and we were forced shovel snow off the main road.
The warm, dry clothing I put on that morning was cold, wet, and in parts frozen solid. Despite the sun shining, and the fact that the wind had ceased blowing, it was still cold enough for my breath to plume in front of my face every time I exhaled.
“Matron Sybrina runs the orphanage,” Daniel yelled over his shoulder.
I had my hands up my shirt, and under my arms. My teeth chattered. I couldn’t stop shivering.
“You’ll get two meals a day, a warm place to sleep at night, it’s not
