Willow’s brow furrows. “I don’t need you to feel sorry for me.” “Well, good,” I say. “I don’t.

We don’t need anything. The woman on the device didn’t say we have to arrive with eight people, did she?

Why are you telling me? Do I look like a servant to you?

With Guy watching on, I say to Cotton and Harper, “Let’s eat the chowder instead.

So... ” Jaxon says. “Did that elephant just spit up water and we all drank it?

Maybe forgiveness. Maybe understanding. Screw both.

Larson reaches out, and together with Olivia, the twosome pulls the pig to safety.

You want to make your own decisions, fine. But make sure you’re choosing the right ones.

You could have won this race when you were thirteen years old,” she says evenly. “Those other jokers don’t know what it means to hunger.” Her.

But when Cotton touches me like this, the way Guy hasn’t in days, I find myself not caring what his reasons are.