Hushed Willows A couple bodies in the garden where the grass grows

Her eyes lit, just a little, when Boone confirmed her suspicions. Mae nodded without thinking about it, remembering that night with Moss, and the boy who'd tried to kill her, and the man after that. Yeah, She said, though she immediately wondered how it would all work. Boone was kind of... massive. Mae herself was no delicate flower, but her sinewy figure was all sharp angles, built thin and narrow like the mother she'd never known. Even nearing her adult height, she was no match for him.

Long as you don't crush me into the dirt, She commented after a moment. It might have been a joke, but it was hard to tell with Mae.