Recasting my memories to understand he’d been a reality rather than a fiction was a feat that couldn’t be conquered in a day, but there were three things I knew to be sure. The first was that Caliban, the gods, Heaven, Hell, and every pantheon of lore were beautifully and terribly real. The second was that I had never—not for a moment—been alone. And the third was that we could lose the love we’d fought for lifetimes to realize if we didn’t make it out of here alive.
