“I can’t believe I did this!” Stacy darted through the trees, one hand clutching the strap of her satchel. In the other she held a lantern, the only source of light in the darkened forest. “I am such an idiot! What is wrong with me?” She swatted the falling snow off of the scarf she had wrapped around her frizzy, red hair. The front of the scarf had been pulled down over her forehead, and the flakes sticking to the edges created white spots on the edges of her vision.
She stepped out into a break in the trees and adjusted her round glasses on the edge of her nose. A two-story, wooden house sat in the middle of the clearing. On one side was a small field of wheat, its tall grasses now stripped of their heads bent over with the early snow. Around the back stood the barn where horses were stabled during the days this house was occupied. As she stood catching her breath, the moonlight broke through a gap in the clouds, adding cold l