× Dixie ×
“It is,” Jennie agrees to what I said, her eyes filled with empathy. “And it’s not fair. But you’re not alone, like I said before. You’ve got me, and there are others in the pack who care about you, too.”
I look at her skeptically. “Sometimes it feels like everyone’s just waiting for me to screw up again. Like they’re expecting me to fail.”
Jennie shakes her head. “That’s not true. People are just...scared. They’ve been through a lot, and they’re looking for someone to blame. But that doesn’t mean they don’t care.”
“Maybe,” I mutter, not entirely convinced. “But it still sucks. And I can’t stop thinking about Trix. It’s like he’s always there, in the back of my mind, making everything worse.”
Jennie gives me a knowing smile. “You know, sometimes the people who get under our
