Pen’s eyes meet mine and a million emotions are portrayed in them. She has opened up and has allowed me to see right into the complexities of her. She’s the defiant little girl beneath that oak tree, bruised and battered but never beaten. She’s the woman with secrets that weigh her down, but will not end her. She’s the dancer that inspires passion in others. She’s her. She’s Titch. And just like that, I’m a goner. Hook, line, and fucking sinker.
