LOREN
More often than not they did have the choice that Phoebe was outlining. However, even she seemed to admit that it wasn’t always, at least not right away. Besides, Loren’s pessimism was deep-seated. It wasn’t going to be banished by words from a stranger who he’d hurt and barely knew. ”There are only so many times we can start over before…” He trailed off, since he wasn’t sure what he was going to say there. Before they ran out of chances. Before they forgot how. Before they lost sight of where they were going and where they’d been, and who they were and wanted to be.
The boys had almost been forgotten until this moment. The Launceleyn’s eyes tracked them as they followed the midwife’s request. Then the summoner counted the place settings: it seemed there was one for him. It was nice, but unnecessary. ”I appreciate the gesture, but I’m not hungry, and I wouldn’t want to impose. Moreover, you’ll have more mouths to feed moving forward.” Indeed, she should probably keep the leftovers to feed the three children she’d unexpectedly been saddled with.
The boys had almost been forgotten until this moment. The Launceleyn’s eyes tracked them as they followed the midwife’s request. Then the summoner counted the place settings: it seemed there was one for him. It was nice, but unnecessary. ”I appreciate the gesture, but I’m not hungry, and I wouldn’t want to impose. Moreover, you’ll have more mouths to feed moving forward.” Indeed, she should probably keep the leftovers to feed the three children she’d unexpectedly been saddled with.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
