Henry...your father was a brave man."He continued attacking the metal with a sledgehammer, brutally hacking at the anvil. She wasn't sure he had heard her. Then, he stopped short, the hammer hanging heavy in the air, the fire snapping in front of him."I was close enough to smell it," he seethed, not turning. "But I was afraid. I hid fro

- Sarah Blakley-Cartwright