*Calvin*
I’m sitting in the cool night air, rocking Katya in one of the wooden rocking chairs outside the packhouse. Letting her sleep the entire way here has proven to be a monumental mistake. It was hard to keep her quiet enough that Ada would fall asleep, so I brought her outside once she finally did, not wanting the pup to wake her.
She wiggles out of my arms and walks around a bit, picking up a few rocks and stacking them. She’d be great in the rogue land, I laugh to myself. She’s content with whatever she has, even if it’s not the nicest toys, or a toy at all.
“Hi, David,” she smiles up at the man as he steps out of the packhouse.
“Wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up,” he says awkwardly.
I shrug. “She slept all day. I don’t know if she’ll ever sleep again.”
“She will,
