The wind picked up, stirring the trees. The rustling leaves drowned out what Ben said. I took advantage of the noise to creep a few steps closer. “…being ‘yoked to shadow,’ whatever that means,” I heard my father say as the wind died down.
The wind picked up, stirring the trees. The rustling leaves drowned out what Ben said. I took advantage of the noise to creep a few steps closer. “…being ‘yoked to shadow,’ whatever that means,” I heard my father say as the wind died down.