The morning was cloudy. Wisps of grey and silver linings were strung along the clouds as though a sad painter had angrily struck the canvas. The sun's rays could not penetrate the thickness.
Tahnee looked out the kitchen window, the coffee cup warming her hands. Tears filled her eyes as she gazed at the yard where she had watched Slaton and Layford tossing the ball throughout the years. It was one of the things they did often together. Right after school, they'd be out there no matter if it rained or snowed. During the summer, they started their days out there and ended it the same way. That was their bonding time. No more would she see that. Her eldest was gone. He was beyond her reach. He would never be seen again standing before a judge arguing a case. Eating at her table was never goi
