tish daidom . d2. wip

"I can help you," the man insisted. "I'll take her off your hands, and she'll be well-cared for, I promise." The man's smile made me unsure, and a bit uneasy, but I knew it was all that I could afford to do. Gideon Flynn was the man's name. He told me that he would train my daughter to me a strong young lady— he would teach her everything that she needed to be a career, just in case she should ever end up in the Games. It was a safety net, and something I never would have been able to afford to provide.