None of the faces looking at me are kind. Not even that of my mother. I will not marry Aboona. My mate, his brother, was so kind and gentle. Strong and protective. His brother is none of those things. I am pregnant with the child of my late husband, Manoosh This tribe, not the tribe of my birth, will allow me to stay until my child is born. Then I must leave. Leaving my child behind. This I will not allow. I will leave. There is nothing for me here. Tonight, I will begin my journey.
