Morgan
It was four in the morning.
The last of the strangers finally went to bed, and I heard their snoring as I tiptoed through the building. I hadn’t wanted to come back, but I needed clothes. It was getting colder at night, and though Shiloh and Shoal broke the night wind if I stayed with the herd, they couldn’t completely ward off the chill. I was used to the extremes with the weather. My body adjusted long ago, but I still got cold. I stayed in the house nights during the bad weather and in the winter. On those nights, I’d usually slip into the second floor of the barn. The house was mine, but I always felt like it was theirs: my stepsiblings, my mom, and him. The apartment felt more like home to me. It’d been renovated so it looked like a normal apartment, but that wasn’t where I’d
