“Why do I still feel him?”
Morning Fire opened her eyes to the darkness of the night. Slowly, she rolled over to find Star lying on her back. The woman was awake, staring at the ceiling.
“Emma’s gone. The crystal is c-clear. But I can’t seem to convince myself that he’s dead. I can’t, Fire. I c—” Her voice hiccupped. A hand went up to her face, and Star rolled over to face her friend lying in the bed next to her. “Help me, Fire. Help me. Please help me.” Her lovely face twisted with pain, and suddenly a scream of pure anguish tore from the center of her heart.
Grabbing her friend, Morning Fire let the woman bury her face against her chest as the sobs wracked her body. She said nothing as the grief shredded the woman into minute pieces. There was nothing she knew she could say to make
