Emily: When I was a child, my father woke me every morning with the same phrase... "Life is a great sunrise." The words shaped the way I saw the dawn. But after my father was taken from me, the morning sun burned like fire. That's when I learned what hatred was and that it would greet me each day to come.
Emily: Many believe there is no such thing as too much love. That its warmth is a comfort from which we never tire. But when love turns to obsession, it consumes itself. The flame that nourished becomes angry, merciless, an all-consuming blaze... leaving us confused by the chill in the air and the hate left behind.