Whitefish River Standing on my own two feet

He was probably right, instinct would probably kick in; she just hoped that hers were still to help others like she once assumed they were. She gave a weak smile and nodded.

She was glad when he changed the subject, even if it was about baby names. Even though things had been rough lately, she was still excited to meet her children, especially now that they had a safe place to grow up. I have a few names; they were suggested by their father, and well, I'd like to use the names in honor of him. She had messed up so much, but she could at least keep this promise. He picked out Spica, Syrma, and Acheron, she explained. I'm hoping I won't need more than three names, she added. Surely there weren't more than two or three in there, right?