Redhawk Caldera i hit the sunday matinée

Her parents surrounded her. Sorana shivered and cried until her throat hurt from it, and then cried more, trying her best to seize control of herself. It slipped through her fingers like sand, but eventually, she managed to get enough air and comfort to try to speak.

I-I j-juh-juh-st want-tuh-ted to see Juh-juh-jayyy, she sobbed into her father’s nearby shoulder, curling so her back was pressed into Teya and she could absorb warmth and comfort from them. She could have died.

She was alive. The relief of it made her feel dizzy and weak.