The beauty of the sunset stops her in her tracks on the colonnade. It's orange and gorgeous; the perfect sunset. She's only ever seen one like this. She was fifteen and waiting on the porch for her parents and little brother. They had been due back for three hours at that point. But in the dead of night she was met with a police car.
"Henry isn't coming back…"
Russell gives her a sad pitying look.
"We'll get him back."
"No we won't. The orange says so." She whispers pointing to the sky. He's there now. He's never coming home.