Chapter 9 Dawn's Early Light
- *Isabella*
- Broad strokes of soft orange light brush along the horizon, filtering through the trees and illuminating the world in a golden haze. I blink a few times, stretch, and then remember what today is. Arching my back, I bump my sister, who moans in protest.
- “Sorry, Alice,” I tell her, not even tryin’ to whisper. “It’s mornin’.”