72. BROKEN FAITH.

"Hectic day?" Ryan came with two cups of coffee on Amelia's desk when she smiled and replied, "Still learning."

Sun sank lower in the sky, the light of day draining away, giving way to the velvety dark of night, crickets chirping, dusky, colours subdued in the fading light, the first buzz of mosquitoes, street lights click on, day winding down, the first star in the night sky, short June darkness, the air became cooler, evening landscape, twilight had fallen, the sharp shadow of the lamppost had faded into the dark of the sidewalk, fading light, only the faintest of light shone through the leaves, soon it grew dark, darkening sky, a close silence in the dim evening light.

The first thing she thought about was... "Hope..." she murmured and Ryan somehow heard it as he took a sip of his coffee saying, "Who is Hope?"

"My best friend. We live together," she replied and gave a nod.

"I heard some brave things about you," he said out of nowhere when she was busy read