+ ROSIE THE WARDS, CLINIC
"Remind me we need to get a new tracker for Glitch next time we're in the market," Mara says, walking in with a patchwork quilt of a cat in her arms. Two different colors of fur and eyes split his face as his meow at the sight of Rosie sounds like a computerized glitch sound instead of a normal one. "Found him about to leap out the window upstairs," she informs her daughter, setting Glitch down and, like clockwork, the cat goes to Rosie, rubbing his head against her leg and instead of purring, he sounds like an autotuned hum. "I'll get a better lock too. It's not sliding close as smoothly now." She says of the window in their upstairs residence. "Don't want another Ajax...rest in peace little lady." Mara gives a solemn nod at their cat who'd escaped before Glitch had turned up on their door, two years to the day of Reeve's passing. It was like he was a little gift from him to their daughter. "Did you eat yet? Say no." She has a small surprise in her jacket pocket – it's not much, but in The Wards, she's learned to be grateful for everything big and small. @wilddwcrds













