SOL Staring at the dark, blank TV screen, I let the tears fall. I kept it all in every day – the pain, the sadness, the desolation. For weeks now, I put on a mask and went about my sad little life until I got home each night and left that mask in the doorway. Tonight, I had at least made it to the couch with a cup of tea before the tears broke free. I thought my brother, my twin, my other half, dying was the worst pain I would ever feel. The day the light left Sulien’s eyes, thanks to those dirty, blood-sucking monstrosities, was the beginning of the end. Life had only gotten worse since then. It didn’t surprise me that I had never found a mate, but I thought I had at least managed to find a scrap of happiness to cling to. My phone rang, and for a minute, I thought about ignoring it

