I never told her, or anyone, about my other, darker thoughts. As open as I became with Grace, I worried those parts of me would alarm her, perhaps cause her to question her feelings toward me. So, even with my secret letters, I stayed silent about my greatest fear: the knowledge that something dark and alive lived deep inside of me. Hidden in the folded shadows of my soul. A poisonous barb stuck through my heart that tainted my thoughts, turned my dreams into terror-strewn nightmares.
