21. New every morning
She steeled herself every morning, preparing for the fated event. For every day was a day that the chance to begin anew, to start over, would come to her in his form, swathed in dark cloth, hugged by flowing cape, and cane. Every time she pinned up her hair it was with the hope that today he would see her, the possibility of being more than just second-in-command more than just his lover's sister, more than Yuris' ghost. And every night when she went to bed with nothing altered, she could smile and rest easy because tomorrow was a new day with a new morning holding new possibilities.
Because if something didn't change tomorrow, there was another day after that. And after that, another. Closure would come one of those nights before the next morning…one way or another.