"My own son…" Graystripe wept. Millie shook her head. "My own son and he took it from me."

"Graystripe," she began gently.

"All I'd ever wanted."

"Graystripe."

"Betrayal hurts most from those we trusted."

"Graystripe."

"I can't—"

"One pigeon, Graystripe. You'll get over it."