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Kinzley lay on the floor of the office, which had been covered by a blanket for the occasion. The entire floor was scattered with toys and pillows, one of which supported the child's head as she watched cartoons. It seemed that she was the epicenter of this particular disaster area, but also the calm of the storm. Currently, her eyes were glued to the TV, a small, juice-filled bottle occupying her hands and mouth, the only movements were her feet kicking up in the air every couple minutes. Behind her, sitting at the desk, Morgan was pouring over a stack of papers silently. Every so often, she would look over at the child on the floor and smi

Morgan walked through the quiet barn, lost in her thoughts. Everyone had gone home for the day; the only people remaining on the ranch were Skid, Roz, Kinz, and herself. Skid was living in the house with her for the time being, until they had the resources to build the apartments she had planned to put on the property. He had spent a few weeks in the barn until Morgan for Roz to convince him to at least sleep on their couch. The duo were working on getting him into a room, but for now he was no doubt relaxing on the couch, half-watching some mindless TV show while he thought things over. He was the brooding, silent type and would sit up all n