The feelings are just there.” They took up so much space inside of me that it was sometimes hard to find room for anything else. If I could have, I would have drawn them from my body, the same way Grimm had drawn silver rot from that field, and poured them into a stone or a piece of glass. Something I could pick up and hold when I had the strength, worrying away at the edges until they were worn down to something smooth and manageable.
