The cabin was small, which was what she wanted. She was tired of cleaning, cooking, and taking care of others, and yet, who would she take care of now? Augtoro, Whisper’s guardian since the beginning of time, whispered, “Take care of you.”
She opened the hatch of her car and reached to pull out the first of her few belongings when a small grey squirrel scampered up to her feet, stopped, and looked her straight in the eye. “Well, hello,” Whisper said.
