Re: [Dahlia's trailer.]
[Wren was trying to be supportive, but it didn't work, and she wondered again, again, again if she'd made a mistake buying this place. Non, she didn't wonder, and now she was becoming sure of it. Sunshine hated her, and she'd hurt Billy, and Destiny hadn't spoken to her since the purchase. And now, now she was trying to make Dahlia feel better, and that too was failure.
She'd made the wrong choice. She'd made the wrong choice.
But that wasn't the immediate thing. Non, the immediate thing was to get Dahlia on her feet, to get her into bed. If that didn't work, to get help. Non, maybe she should get help now, oui? Maybe someone else would do better.
And then Dahlia collapsed, and Wren slipped a palm along the other woman's spine. She thought there was crying, but she couldn't be sure, and what if the sounds were pain, were anguish, were bad.] Who can I call, Dahlia? Tell me, oui? I'll call someone for you.
[Wren walked in shadows and talked to things that might happen in the future, and she was glazed over there, on her knees and fingers tracing knots on Dahlia's spine.]