INNER DEMONS
He went to the forest.
This was what Roger did when the controlled version of himself became too expensive to maintain, he shed it the way wolves shed their human form, went to the trees and ran until his mind cleared enough to be trusted with his own thoughts.
He had run a lot in the past week.
The problem and he was honest with himself about this, in the forest where the honesty cost nothing,was not that he didn't know what she was to him. He had known for longer than he had any right to have known, which was its own source of guilt, a low-grade weight he had been carrying since she was nineteen and had sent him a photograph from university orientation and he had looked at the photograph and felt something shift that should not have shifted.
He had put it down then. Fir
