I knew our peace, the moments of shared understanding, wouldn't last long, but I'd hoped for longer than a day. That we'd have long enough for our fledgling relationship to settle in. I should've known better. Nothing good in Sanctuary sticks around. Strawberries get eaten or die, with none to replace them. Baby birds grow up and fly away. Food shortages run rampant in the lower classes. Children get sick without medicine, parents get desperate, and the city police show their ...