Rain and snow wasn’t a good combination to avoid icy roads and slushy lots. My car broke down for the wrong season—curse my luck and stubbornness to get a new one. The sun disappeared behind dark, dull clouds and the chilliness of the air bit my bones when I went to school that morning. While entering the main doors, my shoe sunk into a pool of slush at the curb. Muttering under my breath, I hobbled through the hallways with a squeaking shoe.
I needed no better sign of a miserable morning indicating an even more miserable day. I couldn’t look at either of the Cages in the eye, and I conversed with Atlanta to get rid of the awkwardness. School without the Cages or the kingdom would be ordinary, but for me, it would be empty and dead.
Last night, I had a chance to re-evaluate how dependant
