Chapter Thirty-Six
My home besides the underground lake felt right again with Rita there in her own room and bed. It was a horribly long and exhausting night for all of us, the horses included, and the sun was just peeking out of the horizon by the time we got back to the stables and settled our horses in (who were just as happy as we were to be warm and fed in their stalls). Rita fell asleep on the boat ride back and I carried her in, tucking her in, standing over her for a moment, half-expecting for her to disappear or to wake up and find that it was just a dream. I took her picture that she drew, found a frame for it and hung it over my desk. It was our story, and I hung it up there so I’d never forget that. It was still early in the morning when I left—I left some food out for Rita, went into her be
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