Hideaway Strath stained coffee mugs

Part of her had hoped they wouldn't have to discuss her mother, metaphorically digging her nails deeper into the wound of abandonment. She had foolishly figured this would be all about her. Unbeknownst to her most adults would raise questions about a rogue child!

Chusi. I don't know. She admitted with a sharp frown cutting into her face. She just left. The frown was now accompanied by furrowing brows. She was not going to throw a tantrum or cry but her displeasure with everything was rather obvious. Elysium. She had been born elsewhere but the peaceful pack was where she had most recently been who she affiliated with.