Kaia scratched her cheek as she stood in front of the Arboretum. After all the crazy stuff that had happened last week, she was pretty confused about Faye’s… Everything. She hoped the officer was okay. Which was why she was here at the Arboretum with a plate covered in cookies. Some of them were slightly burnt. She’d baked them herself in the Manhattan’s Kitchen, having convinced Chef to let her do so by fixing some of their panels.

She stepped in. “Uh… Faye? You in here?”

Kaia, Eng.