Home. I sat on the bench in the back yard, staring into the darkness as night descended, layering deeper and deeper filters of gray over me while the girls whispered their grief to each other. Better not to feel, not right now. Maybe later. I had eternity, didn't I? To process and work things out. Surely I deserved a little bit of relief no matter what I had to do to get it.

Betrayal I'd not been allowed my final battle, my ride into light and ...