Ellen O 39-connell Vk: Without Words

She walked in.

The cabin sat at the edge of nothing. No town for thirty miles, no road for ten, no path for the last three. Nora had walked that non-path in the dark, her boots caked with mud, her hands bleeding from pushing through pine branches. without words ellen o 39-connell vk

She whispered the first word she’d spoken in seven months. She walked in