
HER FACE IS uncharacteristically stoic, a stone wall against the ocean. it’s not so easy, is it, to tell april exactly WHY she can’t bring herself to forgive the people who did this to her, who drove her out of her home and away from her family. so instead she offers a thin, tight-lipped smile, and shakes her head. ‘ there’s not enough compassion in th’ world for me to even think about forgiving them, april. i’m sorry. ’