Winter, thinking she’s alone, shifts into her human form and starts to sob silently by the door. She hated the pain of her friends, and not being able to take it for them, on top of her own pain, which seemed so small next to their grief. Soon she quiets herself down. “What’s the use of opening your heart up when you can’t take the pain from people you care about,” she murmurs to herself.
Ivy curls into his chest. The board is illuminated when he opens the door. She starts to cry again when it falls on a picture of Nona’s elementary school graduation.