As the first ray of sunlight broke through the pitch-black night, it was as if a tear had been ripped across the horizon, lighting up half the sky.
Aurora Sinclair sat on a bench outside the hospital, watching the distant sunrise. A storm of emotions churned within her, refusing to settle.
The despair and numbness in Marshall Shaw's eyes disturbed her deeply, reminding her of the people in the slums of Masovia.
"Thinking about Marshall Shaw?" Alvin Morgan's voice suddenly rang out.
Aurora stiffened for a moment, then turned and buried herself in his arms.
"What will happen to him?"
Alvin Morgan raised a hand to cradle her head. "The law is unforgiving. No matter how much resentment you hold in your heart, you can't cross certain lines."
"But what he said..."
