It’s funny how being known works. How it comforts and distresses you at the same time. Mallory knows me inside and out. She sees my fear before I even register the sensation of being afraid, knows where I’m going to stumble before I even take a step. I love her for that, but right now, it also scares the shit out of me because her idea is simply a reflection of the threat I made to Reese four years ago.
