C6 Chapter 6

Mikael hurried home to the camp in the early hours of dawn, accompanied by his own rapid heartbeat. Don’t dwell on it; don’t dwell on it; don’t dwell on it, his heartbeat told him.

Home? Where was home anyway? Was it the farm the Swedish troops had confiscated, and where they all slept in makeshift beds crawling with bugs? The puppy whimpered in his arms