Chapter 36Delicious smells wafted from the oven. Pot roast, potatoes, and sliced carrots. Dakota silently wondered when his sister learned how to cook. It must’ve happened after she moved out, since their mother never had the energy, and their father—when he was around—thought fast food three times a week was a viable substitute for real, home-cooked meals.
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
