Elara.
“Home,” Mina said softly. “Or close to it. We’re at the rest stop on Route 29. The one with the 24-hour Waffle House.”
“Well,” she said softly, “you are.” Loving ladies 2024 01 16 -- 00-33-1226-04 Min
“I’m fine.” Mina wasn’t fine. Her lower back was a knot of tension, her eyes were gritty, and her right hand had gone numb from gripping the wheel. But looking at Elara, she felt something closer to invincible than tired.
She reached over and brushed a strand of curly brown hair from Elara’s forehead. Elara stirred, let out a small, questioning hum, and her eyes fluttered open—hazel, still fogged with sleep. ” she said softly
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“Always,” Mina said. And she meant it. her eyes were gritty
“Hey yourself.”