As Sloane shifted into her arms Sisse felt the last of the old wound ease, a tension she had born so long she had forgotten it was there. Sisse wrapped her arms more securely around her friend to bolster her through the storm.

"It doesn't." Sisse agreed her own woes and hurts bubbling near the surface. Nothing felt right. Everything had gone off sideways. But she had figured it was because they were all growing up. All becoming who they would be. Baring up under the circumstances that would define the adult they would become.