Muts, page 15
Eventually, the same dry white snow started falling gently and settling on the sill as if I was still curled up in Carrie’s room safe and sound. With the sounds of stranger’s laughter and conversations drifting into my room from the hallway, I managed to fall asleep on that hard bed. I imagined that I was curled up in Carrie’s window where my only worry was if Allana and Maria would get into another fight or what Richard was going to spout off the next day. The red light filtering down onto my closed eyes helped to complete the illusion. I felt safe. Well, as safe as I could be.
THE END OF BOOK ONE
I.D. Woods, Muts
