Mercy
Walking through the pack, Mercy began to realize that people were recognizing her. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. At first, it was odd having people she didn’t know greet her by name. But when weeks turned to months, and she began to learn who a few of the people in the village were as well, it became nice to know some of the villagers.
“Good morning, Mercy,” Bill, the man who ran the post office said one morning as Mercy went to town to grab some coffee. She found that walking to the coffee shop each morning gave her something to do. Since August still didn’t want her to work, she had to find something to keep herself busy. By now, her hair had grown out, and it was almost all blonde. She’d cut the black off as it got longer, and now it was a little past her shoulders, a
