Christopher Dawson

Orion, I’ll always know you as the little boy grabbing at my leg inside a cave full of bats. You never had a chance at life, but I cherish every second I was lucky enough to spend with you. I’m grateful to have had another chance to let you feel my love. We’ll meet again in the light. You’re free, Orion.

“He was a good man, Christopher”

Mary’s cleaned up, out of her bloody witch dress, and into a corset with an overflowing puffy white shirt. ...