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Karen was really, really goddamn tire of losing people. She wasn't even upset when the news came anymore, just angry, scared and tired. So tired of waking up and finding out yet someone else she knew was gone, just like that. It was just fine if she were the only one suffering, but this was the third time Samantha had lost a parental figure, and most of Karen's pain over losing Veronica was for her.
She was beginning to understand why Lennox had been so weary of losing people before he'd gone himself. It got exhausting, the worrying and anxiety and grief. It all piled up until Karen could do nothing but spend a day cooped up in the hut - or sitting on the porch, watching Utica play in the sand and occasionally dart down to the waves. Nick was there, always, but Karen had reached a point where her worry about him leaving was fading away. People left, all you had to do was enjoy what time you had with them. Or something like that.
After a day or two away from the boutique, Karen had thrown herself back into it, going through clothes during the morning until her eyes blurred and she was too tired to keep walking from the compound to the boutique.
She'd given herself a lunch break, grabbing a muffin at the bakery before heading over to the Hub. With a mixed something, she settled herself at one of the little tables closest to the path, content to do nothing and think about nothing for an hour.
She was beginning to understand why Lennox had been so weary of losing people before he'd gone himself. It got exhausting, the worrying and anxiety and grief. It all piled up until Karen could do nothing but spend a day cooped up in the hut - or sitting on the porch, watching Utica play in the sand and occasionally dart down to the waves. Nick was there, always, but Karen had reached a point where her worry about him leaving was fading away. People left, all you had to do was enjoy what time you had with them. Or something like that.
After a day or two away from the boutique, Karen had thrown herself back into it, going through clothes during the morning until her eyes blurred and she was too tired to keep walking from the compound to the boutique.
She'd given herself a lunch break, grabbing a muffin at the bakery before heading over to the Hub. With a mixed something, she settled herself at one of the little tables closest to the path, content to do nothing and think about nothing for an hour.