When the sun set, silence set over the house. The night was dreary, with the moon hidden away by clouds. The menorah candles gave little light.
No light or sound came from Hiro's room.
Part of her wanted to make latkes. Though Aunt Cass didn't have anyone to play dreidel or light candles with, she could always cook those.
Her body ached, and all she thought of was her bed.
Maybe tomorrow, she thought while watching the candles slowly extinguish. Maybe Hiro will join me.
With the way he'd been acting since the fire, that would be a miracle itself.