Redsand Canyon thought we'd build a dynasty forever couldn't shake

“Maybe I’m a scrapper,” she huffed, though she teased. In truth, she fought only for the very aspects of things she felt mattered—and otherwise, if she were honest, she allowed herself to be bulldozed or cowed to the opinion and wants of others.

But not always. And it always seemed to surprise others when she did speak for what she felt right.

“A survivor, at the very least,” she sighed, eyes closing despite herself. Their time was little together—and soon would be even less. She wished to talk more, but she could feel the lull of a full day begin to pull at her. “You need sleep, too,” she hushed.