Tears clogged my nose and throat as I sat alone in the darkened kitchen staring out at the lights of the city through the tall windows. They were there, so was the kitchen around me, yet none of it registered. My entire body quaked with emotion as I worked to swallow the food and stop the tears. I wasn’t certain if my bout of minor hysteria was caused by the cut on my finger, the fact that I was mad at Sterling, or because I was sad that the night had gone to hell. ...