Winter POV
I'm dreading going into the house after being so late. My father is going to be pissed that dinner's not on the table, but to my shock, the house is pitch black, with no lights in the house on at all. Even my brother appears to be missing. I almost shouted out hallelujah in my excitement, shuffling along in pain until I reached the kitchen.
There are signs father has been home most of the day. Tons of beer bottles, most empty, sat on the old, faded, wooden dining table. I sigh. If he's gone out, it's most likely he's gone to the pub. This means he won't be home until late, with luck, well after I've gone to bed. It's almost as if the moon goddess decided to give me a helping hand and I can't help but begin to hum under my breath despite everything.
Then I hear it. The small
