Jorick led Katelina to their box. He tucked her inside and wrapped his arms around her. Sleep came only because he gave it to her.

When she woke the next evening, still in her coat, hat and shoes, she felt terrible. Her eyelids were swollen and puffy, her wrist ached and her throat was raw. Memories hovered at the edge of her consciousness, waiting to swoop in like birds of prey and pick her apart.

Jorick woke soon after her. He lay so still that she wouldn't have ...