Into the Wood Sorrel House

Ronna would stay in bed, a pillow wrapped around her head to dampen the sound of max's crying. He'd be there in the crib, diper sodden, hair matted, eyes dark. Jacob was gaunt and sullen, his beard tied in two long braids. Black clouds crossed the sky. Max squeezed the air between his fingers and whispered, too scary. And later, after they'd been without jacob for a long time, it all happened again. The same stony ouds, same cold rain. She wished she could cut his head open and look inside.