Third Person POV
The sun had been warm since early morning. Helen had been outside since it arrived, kneeling in the dirt beside the cottage with a small pouch of seeds open next to her knee.
The ground was soft from the recent rain, easy to work, giving way without much resistance. She pushed a hole with her finger, dropped a seed in, and covered it. Then another. Then another.
Sonita had been living with her for two weeks and the cottage had reorganized itself around that fact without being asked. The extra sleeping mat came out every night and went away every morning.
The extra cup was always out on the shelf. The fire was always a little larger than Helen kept it when she was alone because Sonita ran cold and never admitted it.
Helen pressed another seed into the dirt and smiled at the ground.
She thought about Kai.
