Emberwood one in a million

waiting was hard. the longer that passed, the more time she had to be preoccupied by worry. trust meant little to dahlia. she had no context for it. she had never had to trust in anything; everything unfolded exactly how it was supposed to, for how else could it ever be?

her trust had never been broken. yet.

family is all we have. 
sisters are important, dahlia.

maybe that meant a little more to her now than it had then. she  sighed and settled into mama’s arms. if mama said fox would be coming back, she had to be right. 

how do you know everything all the time? it was said so earnestly it was almost comical.