As the sound of the cannons fills the air, I can't help but wonder how my father's army is faring. The sky is alight with flashes of white every time the thunderous boom echoes through the night. Despite the lack of rain, the air feels heavy and oppressive.
Albert seems optimistic, but from my vantage point at the window, I can see blue uniforms clashing with blue uniforms in the distance. It's a bleak sight and one that fills me with a sense of foreboding.
"Helen, may I ask something?" Rachel's voice breaks through my thoughts, and I turn to face her.
"Go ahead," I say, pulling back the curtain to fully focus on her.
"Why are Mom's adventuring boots in our room?" she asks, a hint of confusion in her voice.
