No one ever knew what I said. That was between me, her, and God.I broke down a third time when I saw the tombstone the family had chosen. “Sandra R....Moore, Beloved Wife and Mother.”I don’t remember the graveside service or the wake that followed. One family member or another was at my side the whole time. When it was over I went home, only to be completely reminded of her presence. It took three months before I finally allowed her things to be packed up. I’d taken the pillowcase she’d slept on. She was afraid to tell him she could not quite get there; despite his cool demeanor, she sensed strongly that he burned with rage and she did not want to do anything to trigger it while she was in this position. So she did all she could do and began recalling her encounter with Letan, imagining what it must have been like for him to unleash the power of that formidable tool of his, battering her tight, torn ring, stretching it beyond capacity, not stopping for a moment despite her suffering. I nudged Jay under the table, prompting her to start some form of conversation.“Paul works in photography,” she told Kylie.“That’s nice.” She replied saying nothing more. Silence followed so I tried.“Kylie works in our hotel.” I told Paul.“Cool.” He replied. He was avoiding looking directly at Kylie. Silence.We all looked at each other with polite smiles, the silence slowly killing the atmosphere. Jay started taking regular big sips of her wine and nudged me as if to say, ‘keep trying.’“Kylie. They're a bunch of raiders that stole some temple scrolls and kidnaped a princess and a couple of other women in Morgan's kingdom. Morgan's chasing them with some troops. We came from Freedom to help. Will you help us?" Of course. We owe the two of you and Morgan too much."Talia said, "Wait just a bit." She drank from another bucket, took off her helmet and poured some water over her head and the rest down inside the front of her armor. She tightened the buckles, put on her helmet and said,.