After the scream died he wept and I wept with him. Don’t think me a monster, Sister. I wanted to release him. To pull him into my arms and beg his forgiveness. I wanted him to reassure me that it was all a misunderstanding. That the evidence in his room was circumstantial, that it had come from someone else. But glancing at his face, distorted as it was from pain, I could see just a sliver of the beast beneath the skin. “Tell me the truth, Jonah.”
