#Chapter 101: New Home

Logan I woke on hard ground, made even more uncomfortable by the small rocks and discarded strands of hay that tangled in my hair and pressed into my clothes. I blinked my surroundings into view, trying to make sense of this strange, unfamiliar place. The walls were constructed of rotting wood, and the smell of mildew was thick in the air. I couldn’t tell if the steady creak I heard was from the wind or the old house settling. Perhaps it was just my mind, though, unraveling by degrees. Wherever I was, the place was ancient and foreign to me. And, given that I didn’t smell the remnants of smoke clinging to my nose from the burning barn, we must have relocated to some other new abandoned space. When I was able to gather enough strength to prop myself up, I saw her. Emma stood in the doorway, framed by the weak light from outside. I had slept through the night, it seemed. She looked like she had stepped out of some twisted dream. Her smile was slow and deliberate. As s