Emilie woke from strange dreams that left her head spinning. From the window of the tiny guest room, she saw the gold and silver fingers of dawn climbing over the tops of the mountains and stretching into the sky. If Ohio had mountains, she thought, she would’ve gotten up a lot earlier every morning. Awed, she watched the sunrise until she heard the soft scuttling sounds of a wide-awake fancy rat who wanted his breakfast. She unzipped the top of Fritz’s large mesh pop-up tent, and he happily scurried into her hands and up her arm. She kissed the top of his head and carried him to the kitchen
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