Tom brought Kenna here last night. She was excited to see my home as she had never been inside before. She was a bit confused because the furnishings seemed to have never been used.
I told her that there was something I needed to tell her. Something big, something dangerous.
With Tom sitting next to her, I deactivated my skin. She was shocked, slightly fearful, but after a few moments, she said she figured something was off about me.
Kenna told me that Connor had been asking everyone in town if they had seen anything suspicious, but as far as she knows no one has said anything other then some odd interference in the radio every now and then, but dismiss it as solar flairs or the new next gen farming equipment.
Kenna told me she doesn't care what's happened in the past. The me she knows is what she knows.
And that's what matters.
