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“Ok, mommy.”

He hangs his head. Daddy was already gone at night, why would he leave during the day too? Was he tired of hanging out with him? Maybe Judah was too boring, or perhaps it is simply in the nature of family to ebb and flow like the sea. Mommy hadn't seemed to mind herself, so maybe it shouldn't be treated as such a big deal.

Judah still felt off about it, though.

He noses into the lavender, reaches for a strand of the purple-covered plant and kneads it thoughtfully with his teeth a moment before placing it with his mother’s growing harvest.

“Mommy?” He again returns to Heda’s side, pushing his face up through the fold of violet. “What is 'evil'?”