“Why?” he demanded, trying to keep his voice low. “Why is he allowed to speak with you? Why is he allowed to touch you? Comfort you? Why do your shadows let him in?” “My darkness lets him in because he does not fear it,” she hissed. “My darkness lets him in because he fights the shadows to get to me. He gets to talk to me and touch me and comfort me because he knows how to reach me when the past is so loud all I can do is scream.”
