Willow in the Woods

[Rosalynd]

As soon as my arms and legs were freed, I ran. Faster than I ever have, my legs leaping over logs, my arms scratched and bruised by branches and brambles. For the second time in a week, I have had my body scraped by the sidewalk and street and I can feel it in every part of me. It goes beyond simple bruises. It is a deep body ache, the kind that will require weeks of rest and sleep.

Unfortunately, now is not the time for rest. I need to find safety. I need my family.

“Let me take over, Rosie,” Willow insists, "Let me be your legs and hands. I can take the pain."

“Will it hurt,” I