Ania Ahlborn

Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.

—Oscar Wilde

The slight squeal of hinges reached his ears as the kitchen door slowly swung inward, and Ryan felt the cold almost immediately. Seeing the wind and snow blow inside proved that he wasn’t imagining things; that door was genuinely open. Oona was staring at it too—her ears slicked back against her head, her snout wrinkling as she prepared to snarl.