Redhawk Caldera Wanna try to paint the world in a new way

Sora was right to be nervous about this talk, what with Bridget peeling back the veil she sought to hide her misery under like it was nothing. She chewed her lip and fought back the sheen of tears that threatened to blur her vision. She wasn't sure whether to be frightened about being found out or relieved that someone had noticed.

It's just, she mumbled, scuffing her paw over the ground and swallowing back the burning sensation that was overtaking her throat, Daddy left and now mama's hanging out with some... guy all the time, whose name she was well aware of, but reducing him to "some guy" made it feel less frightening, even though her voice trembled when she said it, like he's never coming back, and he probably isn't, and I know it's all my fault and everyone would be better off without me and I don't know what to do.

She sniffled and shook, refusing to look at Bridget.