"You look like her," he said, sounding like a man walking around with a dead heart.
Sabrina didn't know what to say to him. She couldn't imagine knowing she could have saved someone she loved and had eternity with them, only to be thwarted by fate.
The tragedy in his voice echoed the void Jennifer left in her heart. "I understand. For a long time afterward, I couldn't face a mirror." She laughed and knew it was a little hysterical. "This is all so strange. In those days, I would never have guessed we would have ended up here. With you a vampire and me un-married to a gargoyle." She sighed. "I'll get us some tea, and I baked yesterday."
Feeling like a coward, she quickly went to the kitchen. She would've enjoyed her new ability to walk without pain, if she wasn't so concerned about the silver sliver in Mark's knee. Why would he do such a dramatic thing?
She carried the tray and put it on the coffee table, reveling in her ability to carry it without staggering.