Though Dakota seemed to love the safety and security brought by their home—the endless supply of books and conversations, along with free time and limited television to keep him occupied—Ken often found it suffocating. She missed the road. She longed for missions and junk food and excitement. Yeah, the world was dangerous, but at least it would never be boring. While on one hand it was good that her dad and her family and her friends were all protected, she didn’t consider it a requirement for her own life. Especially when winter thawed or on the rare occasions that the sun broke through their overcast skies.
She wanted out.
Even the occasional patrol through the mountainous forests that bordered New Somerset on both sides proved only a temporary reprieve from what felt like a painfully
