When Rayna caught her eye, the woman said, her voice a quiet rumble, “It isn’t enough.” “You said it,” Rayna murmured, with a rush of affection. The woman reminded her a bit of her mother, something about her heavy gaze, the quiet strength of her voice. Of course, it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
So what do they want the world to do about some man who has been dead and gone?
