Whitefish River Baddest do, what the baddest do,

I'm not appreciated.

An oh-so-familiar line Riley had heard once before. He shifted uncomfortably, trying his best to follow. Not appreciated by who?

Again that nagging feeling of something not quite right. Riley's eyes narrowed as Orlaith made piecemeal of the grass. There was so much to untangle, and truth be told he was lost.

"What?" He started as she mentioned leaving, still grasping for some understanding. "Who doesn't appreciate you? What's happened?"