Inside the hut in the middle of the woods, and just behind the window, a young girl of about eight years stood on tip-toe, peering at the window and the retreating back of Clara. She stayed in that position until she could not see the older woman again.
"It's time to leave."
She said to herself as she turned from the window, nearly tripping over the clothes she wore. Sighing, she stepped out of her then big clothes and shoes. As if already prepared for this, she took out appropriate clothes for her size and then climbed back onto the seat she had been on earlier.
Just then, her eyes widened, and she scrambled down from the sofa to check on something. The colour drained from her face. She raised her hand to run through her hair, baring the small tattoo of the tree on her hand. She looked so young that even Clara would have never recognized her.
