*Dion*

Sitting across from Sunny in the car, I watch her carefully, striving to get a sense of what she is feeling. I had asked James to ride up front with the driver, because I am rather certain Sunny is in need of some time alone, and would probably prefer not to have any witnesses should she fall apart.

Instead she merely glances out the window as if the graying scenery is the most fascinating thing in the world. Rain begin pattering on the roof, adding to the somber atmosphere. .

“She looks like you”. I finally say, not knowing what else to put out there.

She releases a light...