Belladonna
She walked Whitney to the packhouse, took the winding path from behind the house they were staying in. She knew it would take a bit longer to get there than the direct route, but she also knew this particular path would go right past a playground and Milly wasn’t willing to be put down at this minute. Wanted to be carried, appeared to be anxious about being in a new place.
It was a playground for the smaller children, more suited to her age than Whit’s, and she was hoping Milly would want to go and play on the swings when she saw it. Bella could already hear that there were other children in the playground.
They came to it and her little girl was looking at it but didn’t itch to be put down. Whit looked at it and stepped right into it. “Look Milly, a fun slide for us to go do
