17
Flynn
A few more days of sleeplessness, and I felt as though I’d calmed, had gotten hold of myself. I started homeward, the short two miles to Pa’s homestead easily eaten up by my long strides.
I decided to stop by Ma’s grave near the brambles on the way. Maybe catch a nap in the afternoon sun.
Dog trotted ahead of me as usual, but he pulled up abruptly on alert, ears raised.
“What, boy?” I murmured, slowing to a halt behind him. No sense of danger roused inside me, and I strained my eyes for whatever it was he saw through the brush and wayward trees around us. “What, boy?” I asked again, and he started off, ears still alert, his steps slower.
I stayed close on his heels, and within a matter of seconds, I heard it.
A soft, haunting voice…singing.
My feet stumbled to a halt as th
