Sleepy Fox Hollow If you rearrange the letters of Peru, you could spell Europe

           

Timberlake. He spoke his name with confidence, as if it were the most simple of facts. As if it was the easiest thing to know. And to him it must have been; but to her… to Padma, the girl who found herself completely alone in the world, without kin, without even a single friend to call her own, a boy harboring her dead brothers name was the hardest of things to understand. Her shock was evident, her jaw fell and her limbs lost a bit of their tension. Confusion dawned in her gaze. “W-wh-what?” Padma gasped, weakly, a shake in her voice.

Her question was fired back at her, but she almost couldn’t believe it. “I-I…I’m…Padma.” Her name hung awkwardly in the air. It had been so long since she had dared to think her family might return. Believing herself to be an orphan without relation nor belonging. A meaningless wayward child.