Fiona had finally gotten her voice back. She could make soft sounds now.
But what difference did it make? In this messed-up world...the people she loved and the ones who loved her were all gone. She didn't feel like saying a single word anymore.
Carlos gently helped her sit up, carefully wiping her face, brushing her hair, and changing her into a black-and-white long dress. He even put on for her a pair of tassel earrings shaped like stars and moon. As for himself, he changed into a clean white shirt and black slacks.
That outfit-they both knew-was traditional mourning attire from Bruce's hometown.
The wind was bone-chilling, and the snow came down hard, big flakes falling like endless sorrow from the sky.
Winter had truly arrived.
And Fiona's broken heart was like the
