Celeste's POV

The sun hid behind layers of clouds. Cold air brushed harshly against my skin, and the soft rustle of falling leaves had always been my favorite sound.

The birds flew merrily. No one cared where they went.

It was clear that rain had hit the ground last night. If we weren't careful, we'd slip on the soft soil.

We warned the children to stay away from the still-wet soil, which no one knew when it would dry.

It would be a headache if the soil got on their shoes and pants.

I ...