Something begins happening to me. My concern for Mamaw of a few moments ago is swept into the rush of a crescendoing inside my chest. Something animal and ferocious, bleak and savage. It’s growing too big for my body, ready to rip through my skin. A roiling tumult of hatred and fury overcomes me, and a fog of black-and-gray static envelops my brain. I see Jason Cloud’s glittering, leering grin mocking me. My head throbs at the base of my skull.
