He turns to me, stricken. “Are you all right?” he says quietly. I stare at him, my power searing in every part of me. I have been rewritten, from the inside out, but he can’t see it. He doesn’t know. Then I’m sobbing in the snow and I can’t breathe and I think that my grief will rip me apart and I don’t know don’t know don’t know why I’m crying but I can’t stop.
