Tiring, finally. Maybe the sounds of wings fluttering by my windows – even on this cold November night – will be enough to carry me into sleep, if but for this first night in the woods.
Sabrina closed the journal, leaving a finger between the pages to hold her place. She choked on her emotion as she thought more about Josh Amaranth as a young man, holding values of love and companionship so dear, and knowing that he died alone.
Cassandra looked up from her reading. “You okay?”
Sabrina nodded but kept silent. She dabbed her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt and stared the page she’d just read.
Mar was deeply engrossed in her own journal, turning pages as though devouring a bestselling cliffhanger.
She returned to the page, intrigued as much by Josh’s cabin as his life at school, and th
