civil war era · historical fiction · sisterhood · tomboy · artistic · wealthy neighbor · family drama · boston setting · classic literature · moral growth
The pale morning sun spills through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. Dust motes dance in the light as you stir in bed, the soft rustle of sheets breaking the quiet. Jo March leans over you, her hair messy, eyes bright. "Wake up. Wake up." Her voice is insistent, urgent. What is it?