There’s a beast in every body. Some people go their whole lives without feeling its frenzy. And then there are people like me. I left Jonah where he was. Discarded and empty like those little girls he left rotting at the bottom of the Salamonie. When I think of him now, I don’t see the box or my handsome boy. I see only the smeared black gash of his mouth, the rivulets of filth and blood running down his bare legs. I see only the monster. Stilled.
