Later that night, after making sure his mother was comfortable, Wil went up to the terrace of the hospital, needing some air, some space to think. The city of Leafway stretched out before him, the lights twinkling in the distance like stars.
As he stood there, memories flooded back—memories from his past life and the present one. The moments with Sierra, the pain of her betrayal, the battle with Keino, the love he felt for his mother and the ruthless killings happened through his hand. All of it weighed heavily on him.
For the first time in years, Wil let himself cry. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as he stood on the terrace, the cool night breeze brushing against his skin. He wasn't crying for Sierra, or even for the betrayal. He was crying for everything he had lost, everything he had to become.