“In some ways.” She tipped her head, considering. “I suppose I feel more invested in the world now . . .” Cary was holding his mug to his mouth, but he wasn’t drinking. “You weren’t invested before?” Shiloh shrugged again. “Eh. I felt like a short-timer before. You know, like I was doing my time, clocking in and out . . .” “Clocking in and out of humanity.” “Exactly,” she said. “But then I had kids, and now I worry a lot more about everything.”
