Joy can do that. It can hurt as much as pain.

The sorrow. It came in waves. Just when she thought the storm had subsided, it ambushed her all over again.

But after two months had passed, time, work, and friendship brought Aubrey to a place where it was possible to hurt, and to laugh, in the same day. He never would’ve guessed he could.

Grief is not a contest. What happened was horrible. No one should face it. Especially not from their own countrymen. It’s a crime against humanity. Against decency and reason.