Louisa hopped out of the car and stood smiling back at the woman whose name she was told was Lucea, noticing for the first time that she was heavily pregnant.
She looked to be about her own age but slightly shorter than her.
She noticed her gaze slide down to the stain on her dress left by the juice her dear cousin had spilled on her.
"Forgive me, but what happened to your dress? Did you spill something on it?" Lucea asked, looking back up at Louisa's face.
Louisa would have gotten embarrassed had the question been asked by someone else, but somehow, she felt she could talk about anything with the Lucea woman. She felt an unexplainable connection to her that made her feel safe and at peace.
"I had a misunderstanding with one of the girls at my previous pack just before I left. She has
