Chapter 12
Hot water. She worshiped hot water. It would likely be scarce on the road until—and if—they found a new place to settle down. But for her last few hours in New Somerset, Kenna made every attempt to utilize the precious resource.
It melted away the sticky, caked-on blood and dirt. It soothed her painful muscles, cleaned out the small cuts and wounds that covered her skin, and brought a sense of calm to the turbulent and devastating events. She only got out when the heater could no longer provide a consistent source of her newfound favorite thing in the whole world, and it was with great reluctance.
She applied a bit of first aid to her larger injuries, but it didn’t look like any stitches would be needed. And besides, Ken hadn’t seen the town doctor or nurses anywhere. She had
