But there is more to the heart than that, isn’t there? And while I knew love—or the pit love leaves behind—was a rewarding weapon, I had forgotten why. I forgot just how good it felt. When that came crashing back into me—and crash it did, emotional defibrillation—it was like seeing for the first time with all the colors. I was the one who had been stupid. You had it right the whole time. So when he came for me, I was ready.
