Re: [South woods: Connie & Atticus]
"It's exhausting." She took a sip of wine and relaxed back in the chair, crossing her legs as she looked at the cozy little cabin. If Atticus literally hid in the forest, Connie hid inside of herself. "When I was young, I was told that I was dangerous. That whatever is lurking under my skin could hurt people I love. I had to build myself up from that."
She nodded. Happiness was a unicorn some days, a napping cat on others. Sometimes Connie had to chase it with fast cars and flirting with strangers. Other times, it was as simple as serving drinks at the B&B. "You better be careful, old man. I might buy it from you and I'll paint the whole thing pink."