I was a thief. Holy s**t! I was a thief. I was wearing someone else’s clothes – I had taken it without their permission. I took someone’s clothes from their abandoned cabin and then I wore it and ran off like a criminal. Oh, goddess, I was a criminal now. All that was left was for law enforcement to catch up with me. Granted, they were old and dirty and probably hadn’t seen their owner in years, but they still did not belong to me. I had no right to take them!
‘I can’t believe you, Nora. You ran away and now we are lost and stealing things. Next I’ll have to steal bread. Oh goddess, I’m about to start life as a savage.”
I felt like crying. Everything that happened so far was overwhelming. From the Spirit to news of Jake’s heat and then to my impromptu first shift to Nora running away
