Redsand Canyon A dirt road's singing me a siren song

Fennec had to fight to keep her composure on this one. Reyson had no way of knowing how closely he was echoing the criticisms she’d had shoved in her face time after time. Nor did he have any way of knowing how hard she had actually tried to change. How much it had hurt when those changes weren’t recognized.

I listened. And I tried, when it was important. But none of it mattered. Her voice did take on a slight edge, but it slipped off a bit when she addressed him directly. I don’t try for everyone. Nobody needs to take advice from strangers who don’t know them. Or criticism. She knew her faults better than anyone.