Redhawk Caldera how the hell does a broken heart get back together when it's torn apart.

The world seemed to move in slow motion around her. Inch by inch, it circled. Minute by agonizing minute, it crept along. Finley watched through empty eyes, not seeing a thing and wishing so very badly she couldn't feel anything either.

She had failed. Again, she had failed at being a mother, a provider. She had set out to keep her remaining daughter safe and happy and now she was gone. It felt every bit as terrible as when she had lost Lucy. She had failed to bring her second daughter home. And now, she had failed to keep her first there.

Finley tucked herself into an even smaller ball. She lifted an arm to shift her muzzle beneath it, wanting to block out the world. She had found herself wandering the Caldera aimlessly until eventually she'd come to the den she had first lived in when they'd taken the territory. Her first home. Back before she'd had kids or responsibilities or anything she could disappoint so completely. Fin had settled down in the mouth of her old den, thinking bitterly of her old self. She had been so carefree... And now it had all gone so horribly wrong.

She missed her kid.

What had she done?