Kyran spent the night in the great house that had stood empty and quiet for so long, untouched by anyone.
He lifted the broken wedding photo with his own hands. When the sharp glass cut into his fingers, he did not even flinch.
In the picture, he and Elestria looked so happy, so full of joy. He placed his hand gently over the place where the glass cut across her throat, and spoke in a broken whisper, "I am sorry, Elestria. Wait for me. I will make every single one of them pay."
He hung the photo back upon the wall. Then he washed, dressed in fresh clothes, and drove away.
Where he was going today, Crown Bay Correctional Facility. He was going to face the man who had taken Elestria’s life.
He went alone. No lawyers came with him. With a few careful arrangements, Kyran secured a private
