Haunted Wood I think I was wrecked all along.

She felt a flicker of embarrassed heat lick through her belly at her uncontrollable display of emotions, not to mention her inability to get rid of the evidence. Bridget moved closer, taking pity on her and offering words of reassurance that made Towhee tear up even more. All she could do was blink and breathe.

Hope you’re right. And hope they don’t think I fucked off or something. I’d never leave them, Towhee whispered fiercely, her throat thick and her words even harder to understand than usual.

She really wanted to divert herself in the hopes the crying might stop, though Towhee was also genuinely curious about the answer when she asked, You a mom?