My once promising career in bio-engineering is over, my boss in a wheelchair for life, the explosion that put you in a coma also killed my fiancé. So this black expression kind of feels like the way to go.
Sansa sat up. “Lady,” she whispered. For a moment it was as if the direwolf was there in the room, looking at her with those golden eyes, sad and knowing. She had been dreaming, she realized. Happy birthday Gerri :)