Chapter 7The barn was pitch black.
All she heard upon entering were sounds of the wind soughing through the cracks of the sadly-in-need-of-repair roof overhead and the sobbing of a young boy from the hayloft.
"Jimmy?" She aimed her flashlight overhead, flicking it across the hay bales piled there, and waited. After a moment, she heard the hay rustling.
"Here," came the familiar, trembling voice.
Without hesitation, Casina moved to climb the wooden ladder leading to the loft, with a blanket and jacket over her arm and some plastic food containers in the crook of it.
"Cas?"
"Yeah, it"s me," his sister responded, shining the light over him when she reached the top. It broke her heart every time she had to see her eight-year-old brother shivering in the dark, huddled alone in the hayloft
