THE ASSEMBLED GROUP was somber, unhappy. It was so unlike the usual Honeybun family meetings that Percy almost wished he hadn’t called them together. They’d always come together in a crisis. To plan, to support, to brainstorm. It was a tradition that had gotten them through many emergencies over the years, forming the foundation for the Honeybun safety net that surrounded them all in protection and love.
The events were generally rejuvenating affairs, reminding them that they were stronger together—nearly unbeatable with their combined strength and knowledge. But this one was different. One of their own was in terrible trouble. Not just legal trouble, danger, or physical trouble, but emotional, mental too.
It was so far out of their lexicon, it had them slightly flummoxed. And every last
