Does it matter that I have wanted to tell him the truth from the moment I met him? I fear it will not. It is the truth, not the intention of telling it, that matters.
Does it matter that I have wanted to tell him the truth from the moment I met him? I fear it will not. It is the truth, not the intention of telling it, that matters.FROM THE DIARY OF LORD SILVER
In his bed again, Jack cried himself to sleep. It reminded him of his mother.
When his father beat him, she would carry him to his room and lay him face down on the mattress. She’d put warm rags on his back and cleaned each cut. It did not matter if his father had used his leather belt or the horse’s whip—her diligent care was the same.
While she worked, he’d pretend to sleep.
He would pinch his eyes closed, tears drying on his
