“Okay, then run away,” Catherine said. “If I got caught today, you’d be on your own. It would suck, but you could get by. Now add a kid. Does that make things easier or harder?”
I held up my hands in defeat. “Okay, okay! I see what you mean.”
Catherine broke her stare and finished unpacking. “Honestly, I don’t understand why any Little has a kid.” She sounded sad, now.
“Catherine…” I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder.
“In a weird way,” she said, “I kind of wish every Little in the world would get snatched and mindfucked. That way there’d be no more Littles for those monsters to snatch.”
I stepped up and wrapped my arms around her. Held her tightly against me. “Don’t talk like that, hon.”
“Sometimes, I think the only reason they let us grow up is so that we can make more dolls for them. They’re breeding us.”
“That’s not fair…” I whispered.
“Life’s not fair, Clark.”