I will be honest: When I finished the last folio, the only word that fit my reaction was “loathing.” The second thing I felt was betrayal. Will Henry had betrayed me. He had been playing me for a fool. Or had he? There had been signs and warnings, hints here and there. After living with the first ten folios for so long, how could I not have seen where Will’s journey was taking him—taking me? Deep inside, I think I knew early on what lay at the end of his long descent. He had written: I understand you may wish to turn away. And you can, if you wish. That is your blessing.
