Traci Ashbe Dark Epic Fantasy Author

(Grand Caravan seemed like such a nice place yesterday.)

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“This looks boring.”

“Go away before someone sees you.”

“All they’ll see is a curvy hat rack.”

“So, it will look like I’m talking to myself.”

“But you’re the sane one.”

“Then you see the problem.”

“Just give me a hug and end it all.”

Dawn frowns, but the crunch of footsteps stops her from responding. She turns away from Addison, who is wearing a wooly parka and snow pants, and smiles when three teenagers bring four more bags of laundry into the tent. They leave as soon as they put the clothes into bins that are marked with family names and camp locations. Alone with her whistling double, the tired woman focuses on the tedious work of folding a pile that is mostly underwear. Seeing a pair of plaid boxers float into the air, she throws a…