Book 9 – Chapter Four
Eralia’s POV Breakfast turns out to be one sliced banana that is over ripe, shared between the three of them, with some yogurt that didn’t yet smell weird while I went without. Then, I got the trio into their coats and shoes, forced them to have their teeth and hair brushed, and ushered them out of the door to our trailer, locking it carefully behind me. I hold Tanner’s hand tightly in my left, Austin’s in my right, as Liberty holds the six year old’s other hand, the four of us walking in a line down the dirt track as the early morning sunshine trickles down on us through the trees. The park is devoid of people; the only sound is the growling barks of a dog from the trailer two doors down from us. The frantic scratching at the door with its paws grows louder as we pass, causing me to hur
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