Chapter 91

Mornings like this aren't common enough for me. The fog is thick. I can barely see a few feet in front of me as I jog down to the river. The air's moisture is hydrating my skin in a way that shouldn't be possible.

A part of me wants to let go and run in my pelt, but the better part of me knows that it's not a good idea on this side of the country. There are kids out here, and I don't have control