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There was a bizarre feeling Alexey got every time she walked through the front door of her house. It was a mixture of dread and anxiety triggered by no particular stimuli. Nothing was going according to plan; life had been throwing her curve balls one after the other and quite frankly, she was sick of it. Drey’s return had alarmed her in ways she’d never thought imaginable and she purposely avoided him whenever she could. Doing so was childish, she knew. Leaving had been unintentional on his part, but it didn’t change the fact that she’d spent a little over a month brooding over his sudden disappearance. Forgiveness wasn’t something that simply happened overnight. But it would come eventually, if he chose to stick around until then.
Moving out had briefly crossed her mind; maybe a house in Wolfville would appease the emotional wounds. Conor would feel safer there too; additional distance between father and child would do no harm. Running away was much easier than facing the cards she was dealt with. The emotional surcharge brought a mist of tears to her eyes. Lexey hated being so vulnerable; she felt like a child all over again. Whenever she was faced with too big of a problem, she’d automatically resort to crying. The Caregiver couldn’t help but wonder if Conor would be better off with someone stronger than she was. It was a possibility, but she was far too selfish to let him go.
Her protégé was nowhere to be found. Alexey assumed he was off playing with Emwe or Catalyst, at least she hoped so. The Koios girl did her best not to seek him out, knowing he was smart enough not to land himself in trouble. She chose to wait for him on the front porch instead, keeping busy with the injured baby fox he’d brought home a few days prior. It was still in pretty bad shape, and Lexey couldn’t help but wonder if the creature would make it through another day. Gentle fingers combed through the cub’s fur, honey-hued eyes examining the rhythmic rising and falling of its chest. “Hang in there little buddy.”
There was a bizarre feeling Alexey got every time she walked through the front door of her house. It was a mixture of dread and anxiety triggered by no particular stimuli. Nothing was going according to plan; life had been throwing her curve balls one after the other and quite frankly, she was sick of it. Drey’s return had alarmed her in ways she’d never thought imaginable and she purposely avoided him whenever she could. Doing so was childish, she knew. Leaving had been unintentional on his part, but it didn’t change the fact that she’d spent a little over a month brooding over his sudden disappearance. Forgiveness wasn’t something that simply happened overnight. But it would come eventually, if he chose to stick around until then.
Moving out had briefly crossed her mind; maybe a house in Wolfville would appease the emotional wounds. Conor would feel safer there too; additional distance between father and child would do no harm. Running away was much easier than facing the cards she was dealt with. The emotional surcharge brought a mist of tears to her eyes. Lexey hated being so vulnerable; she felt like a child all over again. Whenever she was faced with too big of a problem, she’d automatically resort to crying. The Caregiver couldn’t help but wonder if Conor would be better off with someone stronger than she was. It was a possibility, but she was far too selfish to let him go.
Her protégé was nowhere to be found. Alexey assumed he was off playing with Emwe or Catalyst, at least she hoped so. The Koios girl did her best not to seek him out, knowing he was smart enough not to land himself in trouble. She chose to wait for him on the front porch instead, keeping busy with the injured baby fox he’d brought home a few days prior. It was still in pretty bad shape, and Lexey couldn’t help but wonder if the creature would make it through another day. Gentle fingers combed through the cub’s fur, honey-hued eyes examining the rhythmic rising and falling of its chest. “Hang in there little buddy.”