Tawny

I was crushed. Rejection after rejection, and on a drunken Christmas morning I fell over the barricade at the Old Port of Montreal. How free Dawn and I were, when we had done the same in that very place. Were it not for the beautiful stranger who dove in to save me—oh, it was her! The love of my dreams was insulted my my accusations in the hospital room, and stormed out. Only days later, after the intervention of Tara, Selene, and Charlotte—wishing to alleviate the weight of a tragic death in my family—did Alain's daughter, the one he always intended to introduce to me, at last appear and promise to tell me her name on the first day of 2000.