Firefly Glen Return service requested.

Fennec snorted. It won’t. That’s the problem. I know it won’t, so honestly, it probably isn’t worth trying. She didn’t have the optimism her dad had, and if she didn’t think she could trust Penn already, chances were slim that would change. Towhee had echoed her thoughts exactly.

Which probably wasn’t the healthiest, but she knew her mom was at least being honest. They’d learned the same lessons by now. She hadn’t intended to give the impression of optimism.

Haven’t tried and don’t plan to. It’s not the place for it. And I’m tired of leaving gardens behind. Every time I start to treat a place like home, it goes to shit. Maybe it’s superstitious, but I’d rather not ruin another one for Killer. Fennec gave another short laugh, this time a little more genuine. Shit. We’re just overflowing with good news and positivity, aren’t we?