Chapter 3
THE NEXT FEW DAYS WERE easier than the days before. She had the food she’d taken from the cart, so she didn’t have to steal any more. She hated having to break the law like that, and to rob others when they were putting in an honest day’s work to survive.
But everyone had their own troubles, and that was the life she had to live right now. She had to. No one else would look out for her if she didn’t look out for herself. It had been like that in many ways since her father had died.
Shawna had been steering clear of the market since she’d stolen the food. She didn’t want any trouble, and the last thing she needed was for one of the merchants or sellers to point her out as the thief that had stolen from Mr. Ward’s stall.
She was getting bored of hanging around the back alleys.
