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Mark didn’t fix me this time. Hugh did. And he didn’t have to hurt me to do it…
There were moments in time, back when I was a little girl, that I thought I could be happy. Back then, contentment felt attainable. But darkness had a way of sweeping innocence up in the riptide. That’s what happened to my innocence. To me.
On the rare occasion I had to address him by name, I used the only word that seemed to come out: the childhood pet name I had given him. It hurt a little less that way, and I could manipulate my mind to separate the two. Because the monster never said the name Thor.
