Thunder Mourning

Lightning erupted, followed instantly by the crash of thunder. The storm was right over top of them. Maggie sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee sitting before her offering an inviting aroma.

Max was pacing across the floor. Walking to and from the window. His face as stoic as a statue. Maggie knew what it was, though; she had only seen him do this once before. She opened her mouth to say an apology.

"It's not your fault and you know it," Max said. 

Max was in mourning; he had grown attached to Suki. She was like a kid sister to him. She was killed trying to protect an injured Maggie.