A FULL-CHESTED WAVE of immobilizing shame swamps me. Did I ever name the forces that Bree faced? Did I ever call them what they were, full voiced in front of her? Or did I hope that she would understand that I knew them? Did I hope she would know my heart without seeing me declare it before others? I drop my head. If I cannot recall the facts of my own words, then I cannot expect her to.
