My feet take off on their own. One moment I was sitting on the little seat in front of my window that overlooked the trees and the stables, the next I'm running through the snow in a pair of socks and my nightgown, my eyes set on the large home at the top of the hill. I’m careful as I sneak through the backdoor, knowing the Jennings family never locks it. They don’t have to. There isn’t anyone around for miles.
