When Sarah sets out to save her Papa, little does she know what her love for him will cost her.
 

Sarah held her Papa’s hand all night as he tossed and moaned. His hand was so hot she was almost scared to hold it in case she made it hotter but at last, long after the moon set, he finally sighed and settled. Happy, she snuggled beside him and clung to his hand. As it got cooler, then colder, she chafed it and added more wood to the fire, then fell asleep still clinging to him.

She startled awake when the cottage door slammed open and Aunt Essie bustled in. Auntie froze on the doorsill and stared at Papa with her mouth fallen open. Her basket fell from her hands and fresh bread tumbled over the dirt floor.

“Get away from him, Sarah!” Her voice was high and shrill, like goat-bells peeling through the fog. She grabbed Sarah’s shoulder and yanked her away from Papa.