The car moved in silence through the nearly deserted streets. The city slept, oblivious to the pain overflowing in the passenger seat. Celina stared out the window, but she didn’t really see anything. Her eyes were clouded—not just by tears, but by everything that had been ripped away from her.

While Gabriel drove, he kept one hand firmly over hers, steady, grounding her.

She clenched her fists in her lap, trying to control the tremor that refused to leave her body. Each memory cut like a blade