There aren’t enough mesh chairs for all of us to sit on, but neither of us takes a seat in those available. Edwina adds a block of wood to the fire burning scantly in the fireplace. The glow from the flames blends with the weak bulb lighting and casts shadows beneath our eyes.
Edwina seats herself in one of the feeble chairs. “Where should we start?”
Gary clears his throat and drags a chair in front of her. “I’m Gary. The chief of the Cygnus clan.” Edwina nods measuredly. “You must be—”
“Did you not have enough?” June slashes into their intros. Her arms fold across her chest, giving her mother the dirtiest of looks. “You got exiled for leaking the Thylacine’s motives and were sent to this hell. Didn’t that knock some sense into you?”
“Naturally, yes,” Edwina says.
“Then why’d you have
