Whisper In The Wind (Chapter 4, page 1 of 12)

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Chapter 4

Though tired from a sleepless night, Caitlin awoke before the sun rose and headed outside into the foggy morning. The old barn, weathered from the elements, seemed like something from the past. Soon this will be Mystique's home again. She opened the double sliding doors and stared at the disrepair of the two stalls. "We have to start from scratch. I have to start from scratch. Will I ever get used to it being just me?" She shook her head and started working.

Within a few hours, the pile of splintered boards and half-rotten boards lay on the ground. "Step 1 accomplished," Caitlin said, wiping her forehead with the flannel shirtsleeve and brushing dirt and grime from her hands. Blisters were starting to form, but now was not the time to stop. She took a long drink of water and stared at the new boards piled in the back of the pick-up truck, looking like Mt. McKinley. "What am I thinking?"

Despite the cool autumn day, the mid-morning sun shone on her as if it were the middle of summer. She rolled up her shirtsleeves, showing the lack of muscle from working an office job. With a deep breath and a shoulder roll, she pulled the first board out. "Ouch," she yelled when it landed on her foot.

"Here, let me help."

"Thanks, but I don't need help."

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