I would choose every time I had to, but I would never again resign myself to being a mere spectator to the atrocities I knew were happening.
Today, I no longer needed to admire or envy Elinor. Today, I was like her—and I was eager to see many others become like me, even in silence.
I slip out through the window that leads to the garden and circle the property, using the blind spots where no camera can catch my silhouette. Silent as a fox, I observe the South Wing building.
I wait for fear to come, but I feel nothing. I only absorb the darkness and silence, trying to take in everything around me. Hidden among the trees, becoming one of them, I hear them arrive.
Bruno.
He is the only man I truly fear.
I can see the guest unconscious in his arms as he carries her inside. They are always
