Chapter 107

Kenna was already seated at the table, off to one side with her back to the wall. It was a position she often took in new places when she had to be by herself, even for just a few minutes. A lasting side effect of the trauma she’d experienced. She didn’t feel safe unless there was no way anyone could get behind her. It disheartened him to witness, but he tried not to dwell on it. Overall, Kenna seemed to be getting better, with many of these telltale signs dispersing over time.

“You two thirsty?” Hope asked, stirring a bubbling pot on top of the stove. “We got soda, juice, milk. Beer, too, but you don’t drink, right?”

“Soda’s good,” Dakota confirmed.

“I’llhave a beer,” came a quiet voice from behind the table.