His mother and sister had followed his father to the grave, only a year behind. And Jonathon was alone in the world. Alone except for Tamara, who stood beside him, strength flowing from her young beautiful body. Reassurance passing through the connection between her hand and his. Her strength saved his life that day, held him back when he was about to plunge into the fire. When he was teetering on the verge of giving up the final sacrifice. His own life.