ANNA'S POV

　　I ran up the steps leading to my brother's house on my way back from my morning run. My shirt stuck to my body, drenched in my own sweat. My hair was a messy bun on my head. The sun was still dragging itself up when I returned so it was barely light. I stopped when I reached the stable where Chad always worked. Did I mean what I said to him before they went off to war? I was uncertain and scared at the same time, it was a bad feeling. It wasn't one I was used ...