Consistency In Change

She couldn’t keep track of time anymore. it didn’t matter. She sat curled in a corner of the room, knees drawn up to her chest, her head was resting against the cold metal wall.

Her eyes stung from crying, but the tears had stopped coming out.

They were really gone. Out of Havenbrook. Out of everything they’d ever known. Out of reach.

It was over.

The Wilders, a name that once clung like dirt to