The sky was black tranquility married to the poetry of stars that filled the sky like pale corn into freshly turned ground. It was the softness that called the body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm anyone's soul except it couldn't calm Ethan's.
The more Ethan thought about everything, the more questions emerged in his mind. Eventually, he ended up with more questions than answers. Diana's heart bled looking at the tears running out of Ethan's eyes. No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to stop the tears from forming in his eyes.
"How am I gonna protect House Winston when I couldn't even protect my wife and son?"
"It'll be alright Ethan"