There is a kind of anger that announces itself loudly that arrives with raised voices and thrown words and tears that come fast and hot. Not the type that make you want to start a that fight immediately or the type that make you want to destroy things around you. No. not that type. This type of anger burns itself out quickly because it cannot sustain its own intensity. Katherine had seen that kind of anger in other people her whole life. She had never really had it herself. Her anger was the other kind. The quieter, more dangerous kind. The kind that does not arrive all at once but builds the way pressure builds slowly, with great patience, in the silence beneath composure until the composure can no longer hold the shape of itself, and everything that has been contained finds its way out a
