Chapter 9 Ghost Echoes
- AURETTE EVIGHEDEN ROOSEVELT
- The trees looked different now, older maybe—but the fear they made me feel was exactly the same. Every rustling branch reminded me of rebels hiding, waiting. My fingers went numb. I felt seven again, lost, helpless, and hated.
- The horse I was riding neighed, perhaps sensing my tension as we ventured deeper into the denser part of the forest.