Whitefish River and here we go, life's waiting to begin

There was a long pause as the Count processed his words. For a moment she thought she misheard, but both had their eyes trained on her. Is that a joke? The thought slipped out before she could catch herself. It was too late now, the mask Ira rebuilt was starting to crumble once more for the bear. Surely he knew? Ira found herself clenching her teeth. Was this just to rub it in? No, even now Evergreen would never do that.

If that was true then why? She had to swallow hard as she tried to keep what was left of herself composed, There's bound to be someone better. Better than the person who still can't help but think of a taken man. She had spiraled the first time, picked up the pieces and rebuilt herself. There was a reason she never formed relationships. Never again. That's what she had promised last time. She wouldn't spiral again.