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“Could you not lock my door anymore?  I didn’t think I was a prisoner here.  Also, I like would like to start running again, as soon as I am able.  Is it possible to get more information about trails around here?”
                Vera was stunned by how forward Ryleigh was.  She’d half expected her to be as meek as her own brother.  “Yes, of course, Siegfried will provide you with information on the local hiking – running trails.  Also, locking your door was never meant as an action to keep you prisoner.  I only wanted to protect you from waking in an environment you are unfamiliar with.  I wouldn’t want you stumbling about and getting hurt in unknown territory.”
                Ryleigh was relieved.  Had Vera answered otherwise, Ryleigh wasn’t quite sure what she would have said next.  “Good night Aunt Vera,” Ryleigh reached over for a hug.  She needed the embrace. She needed the contact in order to get her through the night.  She needed to know there was someone that cared for her.  Because inside, she felt utterly alone.
     

6
    And now for another introduction
    Morning came quickly to Ryleigh after a full stomach and a good night’s sleep.  Dreams about her parents plagued her through the night.  Moments of seeing them alive and then…dead.  Reaching out to her.  She’d woken up more than once with tears streaming from her eyes.   She could also remember a dream about a boy.  A boy with the whitest white of hair that imbued her with a sense of calm.  A sense of clarity.  She didn’t know who he was but she was eager to dream about him again.  She wanted to go back to sleep to continue dreaming of him; however, she remembered her Aunt Vera’s warning about being up early for her Uncle Fin.
    She woke up about 5:30 a.m. in order to hit the ground running…or rather – walking.  She was still in recovery and knew her body was not ready for the physical rigor she would normally put it through.  She tested her door handle and it was unlocked as requested.  There was also a note pinned to her door with a map of the closest hiking trail.  The sun was starting to rise which rendered the outside desert in perfect condition, not too hot, not too cold. 
    She stretched out the best she could, warmed up, and was on her way.  The desert never ceased to amaze her.  New Mexico was by far her favorite place on earth.  She loved the way the sun created the ultimate canvas with its array of colors.  Ryleigh was not an artist, but she could appreciate it just the same.  She loved nature.  She could almost hear the desert humming in her ears providing music to her soul.  The familiar smell of the morning greeted her nostrils as her feet pressed her forward.  Because it had been a few weeks for her to experience physical activity, she felt that first sheen of sweat cover her skin within moments. The familiarity of being healthy and in control provided her an internal peace.  She yearned for that feeling.  It was almost like an addictive drug.  Her skin craved the sweat that she would create.  Her lungs seemed to wait for the burn. 
    She followed the map that Siegfried made for her and started thinking about the events that brought her here.  It had been only a few weeks since her parent’s funeral.  The police were unable to recover her parents bodies from the crash – all she would have to visit at the cemetery were headstones dedicated to her “loving parents.” 
    At the reading of the will, control of her parent’s estate, which was meager, and guardianship was passed to Aunt Vera.  She thought about how surprising it was that she had all these relatives and her parents never once discussed it with her.  She wondered why and hoped for answers. 
    Her body started to protest against the minimal exercise.  She could feel that she was pushing it too far.  She slowed down her walk listening to her body.  Her dad always told her to listen to her body