“I couldn’t tell you because I was terrified of feeding it…this fire inside my chest. But, oh, Sean, every time you said one of those things—” “Things?” She waves a hand. “You know what I mean. Or whenever your voice would get low and rough, or whenever your eyes would get so big and open, like a sky after rain… Every time, I would feel that fire trying to burn and claw its way free. You do that to me. You tear me open and it was all I could do to hold on to the edges of my soul as you did. I loved you and I was scared, and if I had been honest…well.”
