Redhawk Caldera On the merry-go-round that we call life

Maia urged the pups out from her side with a smile. Go and say hello! Frolic didn’t need much encouraging, and she watched fondly as they played.

She hadn’t asked many questions of Chickadee since she’d returned, openly grateful to see her safe, but trying not to cross any boundaries. She didn’t want to stifle her daughter here, and she remembered how things had gone before Chickadee left. There hadn’t been anything she could say before to make things right, and there wasn’t much she knew how to say now.

Clearly she’d dealt with some of what troubled her somehow, away from her family… and a part of Maia hurt to see it. It wasn’t something she’d ever let her daughter see; imagine, being upset that she was looking better! It was a failure for her, one she would bury alongside everything else.