PROLOGUE
The wind blows shallowly with the crunch of my boots against the bare stickes. As I walk not knowing where to escape to and where to call home. I feel a tight grasp wrap around my hand and turn around.
PROLOGUE
The wind blows shallowly with the crunch of my boots against the bare stickes. As I walk not knowing where to escape to and where to call home. I feel a tight grasp wrap around my hand and turn around.