61. Dolly

“The food smell ed good,” Dolly adds, pointing to the meat cooking on the fire captivating all of us.

“My tummy hungry,” she answers, rubbing her belly and looking back at Thane when I move from Jonathan’s lap.

“Are you from the rogue camp we smell nearby?” I ask, when Jonathan gets up, making her cower, as he goes over to the fire and cuts off a thick slice of meat and skewers it.

“Mumma died ed, others not want me,” she answers, looking down at her bare feet, flinching at the growl that escapes me.

“I’m sorry, I’m not angry with you. Why don’t they want to care for you?” I reach over and grab the blanket Thane brings over, as the others start digging through bags.

“She’s like Ryder, I bet her mother was shunned for being pregnant with her,” Thane answers, while coming over with a cup of tea and sits beside me.

“Dah mean man make us go away. I not the same as you… no one want diffewent,” Dolly puffs out her cheeks, frustrated, in her attempt to pronounce different.

She cautious