“This is always my fear,” Eve continued, “when I meet someone new, because I am. I am the girl who. I was twelve years old when a man broke into our home and murdered my mother, father and younger sister, Anna, seven years old then and forever . . .” Jim surveyed the assembled crowd and wondered what the reaction would be if they somehow suddenly realized that the Nothing Man was here, among them, in this very room. Would they run? Or would they turn toward him instead, asking him the questions, waiting to hear his story?
