The reprieve from being around a crowd gave her the chance to cry again, just once more, for all she’d lost and all she’d failed to do. For her sister’s dimming light and the absence of Reeve’s calming presence. For a world that was a casualty of the power plays between people with too much authority and not enough sense. And for the child she had been, who had believed in right and wrong, in good and evil, in heroes and villains, and been launched into a war where the only real difference between the good guys and the bad guys was what side of the battlefield they were standing on.
