Chapter Ninety-Five – Home Isn’t a Place

The snow came late that year.

We’d already gathered the last of the root vegetables. The woodpile was high and dry. Kade had sealed the gaps in the cottage walls, and Finn had helped stack stones around the hearth, his little hands red and raw but proud.

I woke to silence.

That kind of deep, velv...

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