Everyone Can See These Scars

It was as though no time had passed between them. Ash put her arms around Bowens neck and the smaller woman sank into her siblings chest, tears already welling in her emerald eyes. Ash claimed to be okay, but when she asked if Bowen was okay in turn, the caramel fae shook her head lightly. "No," she choked out, her own paws lifting to wrap back around her sister.

How could she even launch into the story of what was wrong? Bowen buried her face into the side of her sister's neck and cried, likely freaking the grey fae out, but she couldn't help herself. The wave of emotion crashed over her, amplified by the comfort that Asheila provided. She felt safe and that safety allowed her to truly feel all of the emotions that she tried to keep tamped down.

As the sorrow settled, Bowen turned her head slightly, her cheek against her sisters chest. "I'm pregnant," she whispered softly. "And my children's father is dead. I buried him myself. I..." Bo's head gave a little shake. "They'll never get to meet their father."

"Bowen"