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sometimes, she felt like an only child.

okay, well, not really. but she felt she should be. you know what i'm sayin'? like how a girl who has been 5'5" her entire adult life puts on a pair of platforms and at 5'7" feels spiritually like she should be 5'7" — like this is how it was always supposed to be.

that's kind of what dahlia was feeling now.

except for, well, she still had one sibling who was physically present, and it seemed like all anyone cared about was the one who wasn't around. actually, that was the worst part about all of this.

because you know what? dahlia found that she kind of cared a little bit about it, too, maybe. and that sucked. there was a thought that couldn't stop crossing her mind. one ghastly no-good thought. one of her sister's entrails spread across the soil. broken open like she'd seen rabbits before.

she didn't know if she could ever eat again. it was unusual for her to be so worried. unusual for her to follow dusty rose when he slipped out from the territory in search of her sister, but she did so anyway.
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Of course Reverie was not far behind the firstborn of her second litter. While Petal played quietly with Blossom, the Dancing Queen shadowed Dahlia closely, watching her battle between worry and envy. Her lack of appetite had not gone unnoticed.

Honestly, Reverie hadn't expected the gravity of the situation to truly weigh on either of her youngest daughters. Blossom hadn't worried about these things so young. Yet it seemed there was some of Boone in each of the trio, something different passed down to each of them. It was his protective instinct she saw in Dahlia now. She wasn't at all sure what to do with it.

She was quiet as she approached from behind, easily closing the distance and matching her daughter's stride. It'll be alright, you know, Reverie said softly, watching her daughter carefully for a startle response or any changes in her pace. Foxglove will be home before you know it. And the sisters would be back to bickering within the hour, Reverie knew.
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