Ever looked at the words. She didn’t understand. How will the Man of Sorrows fight the dark? When will he be victorious? Why doesn’t anyone want to know that such darkness and evil exist? The Man of Sorrows promised it would come. If we know this darkness exists, why do we pretend it doesn’t?
Dawn pointed to her shoes.
“You want to go out? It’s night. What if you fall?”
Dawn pointed to the candle.
“Are you sure?”
Dawn nodded.
“Does it have to do with the story?”
Dawn grabbed the book and held it to her heart. Then she put it back on top of the nightstand and grabbed her coat in one hand and her shoes in the other. Ever slipped on her shoes and coat, grabbed the green candle holder with its lit candle, and followed Dawn into the front room. Dawn waited, standing perfectly still just
