Kenna sat curled up in the passenger seat of the RV, staring inconspicuously out at a family. Five children, two parents, and one grandparent had all arrived in a big, ugly RV and parked right next to them. The group was busy toasting marshmallows and hotdogs over an open bonfire, and they were laughing and telling stories. Whatever was going on in her head, she kept it to herself, content just to watch the strangers having a good time.
But Dakota could hazard a guess. She wanted that kind of familial bonding. She wanted to be happy. But she couldn’t even leave the vehicle so long as a fire was in sight. Somehow, the view didn’t cause much terror so long as there was metal and glass between her and the flames—possibly a result of being successfully sparred by hiding in a storage closet—bu
