No way.
There's no way the little boy in my dreams was little Reynard. After all, he already had parents. There's no way. Frustrated, I rubbed my face, trying to organize my scattered thoughts.
But then again, it could just have been a mere dream. Right, just a dream. Sighing, I hauled myself out of bed and checked the sky outside. Dang, it was already turning dark. How long had I slept?
Hastily, I fixed my hair and washed the dried tears off of my face before going downstairs. Even before I had reached the landing, I knew the house was empty.
"Mama…?" I called out, looking around the barely lit room. "Sven?"
But of course, there was no response to indicate the presence of light other than my own. Where was everybody?
