Nineteen
I ran through the forest, images of my past filling my mind. I remembered my childhood. It was simple, on a ranch, in the middle of nowhere. Our days were filled with taking care of cows, horses, and keeping up with the ranch itself. It wasn’t until my parents died, when I had to sell the place for money, that I had lived even anywhere close to a small town. I’d been sheltered, kept away from people.
I hadn’t thought anything of it. Mama hadn’t trusted anyone, and that was understandable. She’d come to a new country alone to start over as a young girl. She never spoke of her past, I never had any idea of where she came from.
Where I came from.
But it was clear now. I was from Coleum, and I had a whole history here. A whole, warped history that I hadn’t even known was possib
