Sometimes, honesty was not kind. Sometimes, it was brutal and harsh and cruel.

Like telling a death row inmate, his execution got pushed ahead by a day. In this case, Fable was the executioner.

She sent the last crushing blow and could only watch as the last little light of hope in his eyes died. And those blue eyes she loved so much turned away from her, his hands falling off her shoulders.

He went limp, turning away like he couldn’t bear to look ...