The Heartwood Tréximo

chickadee swallowed hard. he had said he was running away and she wanted to ask why. and she would.
but what she said was "where?" and this time she did know why she'd asked. she had been wanting to leave for a long time, needing a reason to disconnect herself. chickadee might not have known it but this very month she would turn one year of age.
the wanderlust had risen up into a miasma of sorrow, was all.
she looked quietly at antigone, wondering if he had some answer.