The biting cold of winter was not yet over as the early spring months flew across the pages of the calendar. The budding of the trees and the sleepy yawns of the earliest flowers were still dealing with the kiss of frost in the early morning and the whipping winds of a season that was not yet ready to relinquish control over the world.
However, there was the occasional warmth, uncharacteristic of the darkness, and very welcome.
Esther, a Crook who had had the unfortunate respons...