Sun Mote Copse I'll be resting my eyes

As Weejay reached for her mommy, she saw Wildfire glance away -- towards her brother. The look of anger on his face was almost enough for the girl to redirect her anxiety into aggression -- but it was not her self-constraint that prevented her from doing so. Rather, it was the complexity of her Mommy's words.

Weejay didn't understand any of it. Where was Mommy going? She couldn't go anywhere like this, and besides, Weejay wouldn't let her. She slumped right next to Wildfire's thin chest and huffed loudly, the tears still hot and matted on her little face. Daddy would make this right, Mommy wasn't going to go anywhere, and soon this stupid, unfun day would come to a close and everything would be right again.

Right?