Morning Fire found Star seated on the small bench in front of the apartment she had shared with Hunter. Moving silently, the petite woman eyed her friend and tried to ascertain Star’s frame of mind at that moment.
Star’s mood swings were growing more and more erratic. While she was officially on duty, she presented a cold demeanor. Cold, unflinching, and devoid of any humor or happiness. The other Guardians had begun asking Morning Fire if there was something else wrong with Star—perhaps a physical ailment, or something pertaining to the baby—which caused her to be that way.
How could she explain, other than the fact that the face Star presented to them in no way mirrored the tortured woman she saw at night? That she was the only person privileged to see the raw and open wounds Star co
