Chapter 78 The Weight Of Faith

• The morning air was still and biting. A thin frost shimmered along the edges of the windows as Lucy secured the final latch on the small food crate. Inside were neatly packed portions of stew and root vegetables for the foxes and the children. The little ones—Dani and Lisa—sat by the stairs, wrapped in thick coats, their sleepy eyes following Lucy’s movements.
• “Will you be gone long?” Lisa’s small voice was barely above a whisper.
• “Not too long,” Lucy said gently, kneeling before her. She brushed a few loose strands of the child’s hair behind her ear and smiled. “We’ll be back before dark. There’s food on the table and in the pot—don’t touch the stove. Promise me that, both of you.”