But she got to me in another way. It’s far worse. And far more dangerous than a pool of sharks. She’s kind. She worries about other people. She notices their pain. She empathizes—even with her fucking kidnapper. She’s also funny. Funny, quick-witted, and smart. She knows Epictetus, for fuck’s sake, and nobody knows him. Worst of all, she’s completely unflappable. It’s like her superpower. She wakes up in bed with me beside her, and her reaction is a yawn.
