When it came to Rada, though, Dakota didn’t spare a minute. He marched right over to the young lady, who was tending to her garden. She acknowledged him with a wave of a dirt-covered hand but didn’t turn to look at him. He knelt beside her and motioned toward the carrots. “Those look ready to pull. You need some help?”
She pursed her lips but eventually shook her head. “No, I got it. I’m gonna give them one more day.”
Dakota nodded, as though this information was of severe importance. To be honest, he just liked knowing that Rada could enjoy these kinds of hobbies with little to no visible trauma remaining from her previous life. The goal of Kenna’s Crossing was to protect its inhabitants, and to allow them the luxury of feeling safe. Here, amongst growing fruits and vegetables, with the
