The last few days had seemed quick. Sarah was ready to move on. It was a crack in the foundation of grief. Something was shifting inside of him. They had huddled together in their loss and desperation and had pulled each other back with memories. But Sarah had broken free and his own ground was shaking beneath him. He had to accept this place. Things were different now. He had to find his own spot here. Without the white court watching is every move he was free.
He would start with June. Thomas had felt oddly connected to her. The society she came from shared similarities to the practices he had always had to tolerate. And she had chosen a place of seclusion not unlike his own. They both lacked their former connections, tossed into a foreign world and left to deal with it.
When he knocked on the door, he was nervous. He was everything she should despise. But she deserved to know. She should know. He was sick and tired of all the lies.