He searches my face, and I wonder what he sees. If he can spot the darkness that clings to me like a tightly-pressed shadow. The ugly thing inside me that hovers in the back of my throat, snapping its teeth at the ready for when my heart inevitably becomes too greedy, too reckless, too...much. That thing that never fails to hurt those I love. I must remember who I am. Where I come from. What I’ve done. I must remember.
