She sat upon the shore of the lake, its ice now brittle and sinking in some places, and contemplated her situation and the plethora of choices that lay before her. None of them would end this process, but there were still right and wrong ones available, weren't there? Setting out into the unknown certainly no longer seemed promising. Raising children here though, keeping the ones who had been traumatized in the place that it had happened, risking any of their deaths next?
Woya would never regret Adelard, but damned if she wasn't wishing she could change her choices that evening they'd been reunited.