Kenna
Her dad fell asleep mid-day, humming some old rock song. The notes drifted off as his eyes proved too heavy to keep open. She shot a glance backward and caught Terrell’s soft smile. He looked so proud—or maybe just content. Dakota didn’t tremble as much while asleep. He didn’t forget what he was saying and then pretend he hadn’t. And he seemed happy. Maybe Terrell found comfort in that, in seeing him truly rest. No hiding his symptoms. No putting on a show. No counting his dwindling medications, knowing all too well that a time would come when there simply weren’t any left.
This moment of study offered a brief reprieve from her more abundant thoughts of working with a strange creature to save the world. She focused on her dad and Terrell for a few more instances before turning back
