The drive back to the Stone Mountain Pack House was filled with silence. Outside, the homes stood in all shapes; brick, metal, canvas, wood, and stone. There was one that even looked like it was carved directly into the earth. I was in awe, but too exhausted to fully take it all in. It was hard to grasp how so much work could have been done in such a short time. I felt the weight of the day pressing down on me, and to say I was impressed would barely do justice to what I saw.
Silver curled up against my chest and we both stared blankly out the window. The lengthy judgment process had drained us, and the constant suppressing of my emotions had left me feeling like I was running on empty tank. All I wanted to do was to collapse into bed. I didn't have any appetite, and I was hoping they h
