“It’s an honor to be invited to contribute, you know,” Dessa said quietly. “I’d be glad to do so if I was asked.” Wren’s breakfast turned sour in her gut. She knew Dessa didn’t mean anything personal by it, that the comment was born of her own inner battles, but it still stung. She had relived her darkest memories over and over for the better part of half a decade already. She didn’t want to keep doing so.
