A thick fog rose from the ground around us, and a shiver ran down my spine. The atmosphere couldn't have been tenser. All we could hear was the howling of the wind as it rustled the leaves of the trees around us, and perhaps, with some attention, the beating of our hearts, accelerated by the decision we were about to make, a decision that could lead us to ruin, all of us.
Or perhaps, were we realizing that we were already condemned, and we just wanted, by some chance of our subconscious, to hasten the process?
But as long as there was a glimmer of hope, however tiny...
"Listen to the kids, Tony. They have a point that seems more than appropriate," Mel's voice, carried by the wind because the pain still made her frail, was the balm we needed for our hearts, swollen with pride and anger,
