Looking at her then might be the hardest thing I’ve done all week because I know that look in her eyes. Tired but persistent, weak but fierce, defeated but determined. This is how it gets you. First, it’s the obligations, and then the enemies, people on all sides. One day, my brothers and I just stopped caring about the future because we didn’t have the capacity. Not when all of our energy was spent making it through the week—the day—the hour. Now more than ever before, she has the eyes of an Ashby.
