We talk in hushed tones before Oma decides it is time to restore the huntress and prey relationship. Bobby mustn’t get too comfortable with me, but I can’t help but feel a pang of loss for that moment where we were connected.
I stand and smooth out my dress, my right hip turned towards Bobby, just inches from him. I know he can smell my lavender perfume and lotion. I pretend not to notice as I stride away without looking back.