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Dawn appeared suddenly, quick as snapped fingers. Had she slept? She couldn't say. Last night she heard her father, felt her mother's hair, and now she was awake. The sunlight came bright through the cracks in the walls, and Adelaide became aware of herself again. Here I am. She must've slept, but it didn't feel like it.
Outside, Mr. Olsen's horses snorted, and she rose to her feet, walked to those windows, and peeked outside. He'd done it, like he said he would. There was the wagon; there was her Seward steamer trunk.