Two days passed, and He didn’t show. Her mind had been stuck on him; she realized it was happiness, he brought joy, and she was the last one to see it. She was determined to make him the best sword and had no answer to why. One sat on the counter on the third day in wait for him to stroll in. Dawn felt like she was enabling a repeat of her father, and she wanted to do it, without reason why. She wanted to make him a stron...