Sun Mote Copse Mixed feelings

Her questions were unfair, but if there was anything Phox had learned from this situation, life was unfair. It wasn’t fair that she couldn’t have kids while he and Niamh could. It wasn’t fair that he and Niamh had smoothed things over while Towhee had been given the terrible news, nor was it fair that he’d heard the news (good and bad) from Niamh on their way home rather than be here with Towhee when she’d returned from her visit with Raven. None of it was fair.

-Yeah,- he answered, wanting to lower his eyes, but keeping them up so she could more easily read his lips while he signed. -I must have been too far away when you called. As soon as Niamh told me, I insisted we come back as fast as we could.- It had been the right thing to do, even though he had wanted to do nothing more than spend more time with her. Towhee and the kids would always come first. Surely Niamh could understand that. They’d shared their mother’s womb, and Towhee had given Phox a second chance at life when he’d come crawling back to the Redhawks last year.