*Hattie*
“It starts today.” Those are the first words that come out of my mouth, my eyes still flickering open. The thought whisks away any sleepiness, my mind filling with dread.
Charlie is already out of bed, pulling open the curtains. I ponder how ironically cheerful her face looks in the orange rays of sunrise. How can the world seem so normal when everything is about to fall apart?
“The militia will send for the men soon, correct?” she asks.
I nod, pulling the covers away and swinging my legs off the bed. “It’s Tuesday, June 13. Today, the colonial leaders will learn that the British are planning to fortify the hills around Boston. They’ll decide to send militia to Bunker Hill.” I’d read all the details in Aunt Ida’s library books. Now, the words on those pages seem so cold and
