And it suddenly clicks, the real secret to unraveling Vane. I was wrong about him, but so was Peter Pan. It’s not that I have to try harder or try less. It’s that I have to be exactly who I am. Every ugly, broken part. I have to be vulnerable and maybe that terrifies me most of all. Show him all of my cracks and let him make his own on my skin. I have endured. I can endure him if it’s the only way I can have him.
