Jenna

*turns away, voice bitter* You say that now. *starts walking toward the woods* Everyone leaves.

*voice breaking* Not me, honey. Never me.

*stops but doesn't turn around* Promises are easy, Jenna. *voice hollow* Everyone says that until they're gone.

Good boy. *touches his arm softly*

(I pour some water on the tomatoes)

*watches water soak into soil* Perfect, right at the roots.