CHAPTER 4
Without daylight, I had no idea how long I’d slept. My first attempt at waking had failed miserably and I’d fought the nausea and headache by pulling the pillow back down over my head and returning to the safety of sleep. My second attempt was met with silent prayers that a sub-med would bring something to take away the pain and the third was a horrible combination of the two. I found a little more success on the fourth attempt, however, and was able to drag myself to the shower where the heat of the water helped to ease my pounding head. I stood under the near scalding water for as long as I could stand, taking comfort in the substitution of one pain for another. Once I’d cleaned myself up and brushed the layer of wine film off my teeth I began to feel a little more human.
I grabbed the clothes I’d left in a pile on the floor and was met with an instant assault of smoke a booze. My stomach churned instantly and I set them back down, praying that there would be an extra set of clothes in one of the drawers. Lucky for me, there was one more change of clothes. A black knit sweater and some fitted jeans hid in the back corner of the drawer along with a change of socks and underwear. I dressed myself with the slow hesitations that hangovers provide and then picked up last night’s clothes. I used the shampoo and soap to wash out the layer of stench that has permeated the fabric and then hung the clothing in the shower to drip dry. Lyle hadn’t been lying when he said that Nova’s wine hurt.
I wasn’t yet ready to venture out in to the world and had decided to resign myself to curling up in a ball in a corner of my quarters when there was a knock at my door. The pounding echoed the pounding in my head and I winced slightly as I tentatively made my way towards the offending sound. I cautiously opened the door a crack, worried that Lyle might be standing there. As I hadn’t yet determined whether I should be grateful or embarrassed by the kiss-denial, I wasn’t yet certain that I wanted to face him. When I peered around the frame, however, it was Desi standing there, hands on her hips and a serious smirk on her face.
“Hello, sunshine! And, how are we today?” I wanted to punch her but that would have been too much effort so instead, I groaned in defiance and started to close the door. Desi, however, was wise to my game and bounded in, taking glee in my suffering. “Holy crap, woman! You look like shit.” I considered finding a smart ass response but instead, I flipped her off and worked my way back to my bed where I curled up in the fetal position before mumbling a pathetic “I hate you.” Desi just laughed, called me a princess and wandered to the kitchen. Moments later the distinct smell of coffee filled the air.
I made my way zombie-style towards the intoxicating smell. I wasn’t sure where the coffee had come from, maybe it was standardly stocked in new arrivals’ kitchens to avoid anyone going on a caffeine withdrawal instigated rampage or maybe Desi brought it. I hadn’t noticed anything in her hand but wasn’t exactly paying close attention. The mug reached my hands and the warm liquid hit my lips before I even had time to think. “Where’d you get coffee?” I asked the second I had swallowed the first mug. Desi smiled and opened my cabinet to reveal a small set of basic supplies. “Oh. I didn’t even open those.” Desi laughed.
“If you’d done that, you might not have eaten half a cow yesterday. I mean, really. That was some skill. Did you even taste the burger?”
“Shut up.”
“Did any of that burger stay where it was supposed to?”
“Shut up.”
Desi continued to chuckle. “How was the wine?”
“Shut up.”
“And the guy?”
“Shut up.”
“Got anything more intelligent to say?”
I didn’t. “Shut up.”
Desi’s laughter filled my kitchen as she poured herself a cup of coffee. I hadn’t been sure that I was up for company but now that she was there, I was glad for it. Some good natured ribbing was exactly what I needed. It made life seem a little normal.
“You should goas pale as I’d ever seen myself. I looked like hell. She was right. I’d better clean myself up.
Twenty-five minutes, one hot shower, a painful hair brushing and a face-scrubbing to end all face scrubbings later, I was borderline human. I re-tied my hair in to the top-knot that had been my signature “I’m too lazy to really put in any effort” look most days and wandered back in to the kitchen. My face was red from the scrubbing. Desi took one look at me, opened her purse, removed a small bag from it and tossed it my way. I took the makeup bag, headed back to the bathroom and used the products inside to help dull the redness of my face. Desi’s taste in makeup was a little different than mine but at least our foundation colors were about the same. I was able to find some eyeliner and lip gloss that were more my taste and when I emerged from the bathroom, I felt a little more like myself.
“Ready?” Desi asked.
“Yeah.” I handed her back the makeup bag. “I should get some of my own.”
Desi nodded. “Yeah, can’t have you using mine all the time. Let’s go.” She practically shoved me towards the door. I laughed and stumbled, grabbed the door and whipped it open. Another playful push from Desi landed me square in to someone’s chest. I blinked and looked up.
Damn. “Lyle.” Double damn. “Um. Hi. What are you doing here?”
Lyle looked almost as embarrassed as I felt. I could smell his cologne from where my head had bounced off of him. He smelled good but I was still not sure I wanted to see him. He looked uncomfortable. “I, uh, I just wanted to check and see how you were feeling.”
“I’m fine. We’re just on our way out. Desi was going to take me to the employment center.”
“Oh, ok. Well, I just wanted to check.” The two of us stared awkwardly at each other for a moment or two before Desi broke the tension.
“So, why don’t you come with us?” Before I could protest, Lyle had agreed, Desi had shut the door and we were halfway down the street. Desi had a knack for talking to people and she chatted with Lyle as we walked. Actually, I should say that Desi had a knack for talking at people and she happily chatted away while Lyle was able to express the occasional grunt of agreement or questioning. She was a few steps ahead of me so I could watch her with amusement and she worked her way from one topic to the other without giving Lyle the chance to get a word in. Her excited gestures punctuated every story and she used them with flair. We worked out way past the swing set and around the corner to a section of the town I hadn’t yet been to.
“What’s that doing here?” My stomach flip flopped at the mural on the side of the building in front of me. Deep in the Underground, I thought we were safe from the Sovereign and yet, there was his face two stories high in front of me. The sight of him caused my heart rate to sky rocket and I could feel myself starting to sweat. The sense of panic was starting to rise in my chest.
The Sovereign was not an attractive man and in any other circumstances his appearance would have been quite comical. His face was round and carried a rosacea tone to it and the round head was firmly planted on an equally round body. Suit jackets never fit him quite right and they always seemed to be pulling in the middle. Anytime you saw images of him, whether on the video programming announcements or in photographs, his jacket button seemed to be pulled so tight it was ready to pop at any moment. His hair was salt and pepper and cut in the most unfortunate of styles. It seemed as though someone had popped a salad bowl on his head and just started cutting. He resembled a cartoon but was far too domineering to be amusing in any way. As ridiculous as he looked, I was not interested in staring at the mural of the man who had condemned me to isolation.
“It’s a reminder,” answered Desi “that we’re never far from the watchful eye of the king of the world.” She spit in disgust and beside her Lyle was silent but his eyes had darkened and he looked at the ground, shuffling his feet. “Let’s go. There’s no point in staring at this thing.”
We moved past the mural and a few minutes later, Desi stopped in front of a home. “This is my place. Give me a minute.” She left Lyle and I standing there. We hadn’t spoken throughout the entire walk and now there was no avoiding each other. We stared. Lyle opened his mouth to say something and then quickly shut it. There is something about silence in those moments that breeds honesty and with nothing left to hide behind, Lyle simply said “I’m sorry.” His eyes darkened with an unknown sadness and he repeated again, but more quietly “Sorry.” I wanted to be angry with him and every ounce of my being wanted to be bound by the embarrassment of the previous evening’s adventures but the discomfort in his gaze begged for forgiveness for an undefined crime. I chewed on my cheek for a moment, determined to maintain my humiliation filled rage but found myself succumbing to the sadness in his voice.
“It’s fine.” I sighed. “Really. It’s ok. It wouldn’t be a drunken night without a little regret.” I took a step towards him and reached my hand towards his arm. Before I could make the comforting contact that I may have needed more than him, Desi came bounding towards us. “Let’s go!!!” She sing-songed in her distinctly “Desi” way and down the road she went. Lyle gestured for me to go ahead and I obeyed, shaking my head slightly as Desi’s skill at interrupting a moment.
CHAPTER 5
We rounded the corner and approached what I assumed was the employment office. No sign labelled the front and there was no means of identifying it as anything special. Its grey facade was anything but inviting and I wondered for a moment if Desi had brought me to the wrong place. The employment center looked nothing like I had anticipated but, really, what did I expect? A skyscraper?
Desi pushed through the door and called out “Hey, Ned! New recruit here!!” I was amazed at how Desi just seemed to know everyone. I imagined that it was a combination of the small world of the Underground and her incredible ability to talk.
I surveyed the employment office while we waited for Ned’s appearance. It was cluttered and dusty and had the vague smell of an attic. The place was overrun with bookshelves and they lined not only the walls but had made their way in to the middle of the room. It could easily have been a library, except for the face that the shelves weren’t lined with books so much as boxes, files, folders and piles of paper. It was a somewhat organized hoarding situation.
Ned shuffled himself out from behind a bookcase in the corner. He couldn’t have been any older than thirty but moved with the same level of grace as an eighty- year old. He was a slight man with short black hair and round glasses that seemed to be far too large for his face. He continually pushed the oversized rims up his nose as he made his way towards the counter. “Hello, Desi.” She beamed at him and pointed at me.
“Newbie!”
Ned eyed me over for a while, tilting his head from side to side while he examined me. He carefully made his way around me in a slow, painful dance while he made whatever decisions he seemed to be mulling over. “What did you do before?”
“Teacher.”
Ned wrinkled his nose for a moment and I wondered if it was thought or disapproval. “We don’t need many of those right now. Few kids. No real school.” He snorted as he tried to move his glasses back up his face without using his hands, which were now moving in small sharp gestures in front of him. He clenched and unclenched his hands, splayed his fingers. He looked somewhat like a puppet master controlling invisible marionettes. “Sanitation could use some help.” I paled slightly at the idea. “But perhaps you’d be better off in the communications office. They need someone who can proofread the circulars before they go out.” He shuffled back to the bookshelf, and dug through the files and folders piled up on one of the shelves. A bright red folder appeared in his hands and he waved it in the air beckoning me to come to him. “Everything is here. Look it over and report in first thing tomorrow. I will notify them to expect you.” As he spoke the glasses slipped off his nose and somehow caught on his chin. He made a little snort of frustration before carefully adjusting the glasses back to their proper resting place.
“Oooh! The circulars!” Desi seemed markedly more excited than I was. Clearly, there was some piece of information that I was missing.
Lyle had been so quiet that I’d forgotten he was even there and his voice startled me. “Ned must think you’re fairly trustworthy. Those jobs are not handed out often.” I nodded in agreement, even though I had no way of knowing whether or not this was true.
The circulars, I was to learn, were the Underground’s way of sharing information. Much like a newspaper, they contained various articles informing people of the goings on in the underground community. This seemed a little pointless to me because everyone pretty much knew what everyone else was doing anyway but I supposed that it helped create the sense of community that was keeping everyone’s sanity intact. Hidden amongst the gossip columns and the daily updates on underground businesses, however, were small but valuable pieces of information about the above ground world. The circulars kept people up to date on the status of their home cities, the resistance above and the progress it was, or wasn’t, making. The Sovereign’s most recent laws, targets and attacks were also documented. I wondered for a moment how this information made it to us, given that we were, in theory, isolated from the rest of the world, but my job wasn’t to question. It was to proofread.
Being in the dark office where the circulars were produced provided some reprieve. I could escape in to my dream world where I basked in the sun and breathed in the fresh air. In my memories, I was innocent and child like, running through fields and climbing trees. Such silly thoughts to get lost in and yet, in the musty office, a perfect dream to break up the haze of reality. The day-to-day life of the Underground had become a ritual: wake up, work, meet Desi or Lyle, go home, go to sleep. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Lyle remained as much of an enigma as ever and I never knew which version I would see at Nova’s. Some evenings were spend leaning across the table, shutting out the rest of the world, while his fingers gently found their way through mine, testing each small grip and still other evenings, he would build his wall, one icy brick at a time leaving me cold and confused on the other side. Above ground, I would have walked away from someone playing such a game but here in the Underground, where the friendship pool was shallower, I tolerated his Jekyll and Hyde behavior with growing weariness.
Desi was another story all together. Her boundless energy was both an entertainment and an annoyance. I wasn’t as happy to accept my place in the Underground as she appeared to be. She was happy to spend her days collecting new arrivals and integrating them in to our society and every introduction required indulgence in wine. As much as I enjoyed my days with Desi, there were only so many hours I could spend at Nova’s listening to stories from each new arrival. In the time I’d been there, there had seemed to be an almost daily addition to our community. I wondered how many people would be left above ground if so many were being sent below. My work proofreading provided the unfortunate answer to the question. The Sovereign had begun to move beyond exile to public executions and it seemed as though anyone could be the victim. The circulars provided accounts of old and young alike being lined up in town squares and terminated in front of horrified crowds. One particularly chilling account held that the Sovereign had set up a caged pen in the center of a burning city and had trapped 12 people in the fenced area: 5 men, 4 women, two teenagers and a child had climbed the chained link, hung from the sides and shook with all their might, begging for freedom while the Sovereign’s soldiers shot at them like fish in a barrel. None survived. My stomach did an unpleasant dance as I checked the article in its entirety to ensure it was print worthy.
In the flickering lights of the office, I put my head down and mourned for the dead. My heart broke for the families of those being humiliated before death. I couldn’t think of a much worse ending, except for maybe this. Maybe the Underground was worse. I allowed myself to expand my tears to include the version of myself that I no longer remembered. I was no longer fiery and strong. I was a cog in the machine of the Underground, doing my part and losing myself each day. I could no longer speak up against the Sovereign’s policies, could no longer resist by inspiring youth to raise their voices, I no longer had a place in the fight. I no longer existed.
A quiet knock on the door interrupted my self-pity and I looked up to see Lyle silhouetted in the entryway. Another day, another time, I would have been glad to take part in the flirtation tug-of-war but today, I felt weak. I had no desire for the game and no energy left to get burned by the rope. I ran my hands through my hair to brush it away from my face and let my head rest in my palms while I debated what to say a his arrival. Lyle didn’t wait for my greeting and with a few steps was at my side.
He asked no questions but I saw his eyes flicker towards the circular’s draft sitting, marked with my red pen. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him and I let my head rest against his chest while my tears matched the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat. He said nothing and allowed me to cry unapologetically while he stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. After a few minutes, my tears slowed and I looked up at Lyle, intending to say something intelligent but found myself silenced by his sea blue eyes, also wet with tears and mirroring my heartbreak. I was drawn to his unknown pain and it mingled with mine in that moment. Lyle tilted his head towards mine and our lips met in a joining of sorrow, comfort and desire.
I pulled away for a moment and traced the scars on his hands and when I looked back to him, his eyes flickered for a moment with an unknown secret before his mouth returned to mine. I clasped on to him, desperate to escape the horrors burned in to my mind, I pulled him as close to me as possible and allowed myself to move my hands under his shirt and up his back. His skin was warm and the contact fired sparks of electricity through me. My vision blurred as he tugged at my clothing and moments later, our bodies joined in a pulsing, gasping avoidance of the real world.
Resting on his chest afterwards, I noticed the scars on his hands matched ones on his abdomen and I traced them gently with one finger. “From my exile.” He said. His voice caught me off guard and it was then that I realized how long it had been since anyone had spoken. “When I was banished to the underground, it came at a price.” His words were laboured and heavy. “The Sovereign wanted me on his medical team. His second in command needed surgery to remove a burst appendix. I refused. I didn’t want to help him.” His breath caught. “I had no idea the extent he would go to in order to make me do it. I knew he was evil but I thought it was policies and laws that would break us, I didn’t think…” He trailed off, looking for the strength to finish. “He brought me to the medical bay in his base where his commander was already sedated but he wasn’t the only one in the room. My wife, my daughter, they were there, too. Tied. Restrained. Bleeding.” His tears flowed anew as he described the events of that day. When he had refused to work on the Commander, the Sovereign had his wife and daughter brought to the base. Without him knowing, every time Lyle refused to work on the Commander’s appendix, the Sovereign ordered his wife and daughter cut. By the time he was brought in to the surgical bay, the refusals had resulted in serious injuries to his family. He went to work on the Commander in order to save them but he was too late. The Commander died that day and so did his wife and daughter. Lyle’s own body was mutilated, cut where the appendix was located and he was thrown down to the Underground to die. A young sub med had found him just in time to save his life.
Suddenly, Lyle’s fire and ice approach made sense. How could he risk loving again? He carried the burden of their deaths like weights tied to his legs. He would drown in the river if he attempted to embrace the possibility love. How could I ever assume that he’d wade in the water again given the likely hood of not reaching the other side. And yet, here we were, laying in the afterglow of the desperate encounter. I allowed myself to wonder, for a moment, whether he would regret this coupling. Whether guilt would reign and he’d be wrapped in feelings of betrayal before rebuilding the ice wall that sometimes appeared. I didn’t have much time to linger in these thoughts because they were interrupted by Desi barging her way in to the office.
“Erynne! There’s a new guy and you have got to hear what he has to say! He actually saw the Sovereign…” She stopped dead in her tracks. “Lock the door, people!! Lock the door!” She teased at the sight of us on the floor, frantically trying to cover ourselves from her view. “I’ll just turn around here and let you two, you know, whatever.” She turned her back to us and allowed us to slip back into our clothes. Lyle looked somewhat mortified by our untimely discovery and I tried to catch his eye for some kind of reassurance. I wasn’t sure if it was for him or me but he avoided my eyes. I supposed I had my answer about whether or not the ice would return. Desi’s presence, however, afforded me a distraction and I looked to her to finish her story.
Desi told us all about Mike, the new arrival, who came with some interesting information. He had been a part of the Sovereign’s inner circle and was sent to the Underground after he refused to harm a young child. He brought news of an increasing terror as people were being rounded up and transported out of city centers in to districts just outside the borders. The Sovereign no longer cared about ethnicity or race, he cared only about maintaining his power. He passed it off as maintaining safe distances from the burning cities, a policy designed to protect rather than harm but his intentions were clear: keep people where he could control them. “We should meet Mike.” Lyle spoke softly, as though this new information was wrapped in the cloth of old memories. Desi nodded and led the way out of the circular office and towards the street.
Mike was being kept in the same room that had temporarily housed me upon my arrival and I winced slightly at the memory of being tied to the bed. Mike, however, appeared not to be a runner and sat, hunched over, his back to us on the bed. He looked like a broken man as he heaved his breath in sighs and hung his head. When he turned to look at us, his eyes seemed hollow and haunted by memories. Lyle paled instantly and grabbed my wrist as Mike turned to face us.
“You!” He hissed at the broken figure before us.
CHAPTER 6
It took all of my strength to stop Lyle as he lunged towards the man on the bed. His eyes blazed with a hatred I couldn’t imagine and there were enough tears to extinguish the flames. “I will KILL YOU!” Lyle screamed as I pushed him back and towards the door. I reached my hand to his face to draw his attention back to me and the moment I turned his face to mine, the fight went out of him and he collapsed, weakened from the emotion. “It’s him.” He whispered. “He killed them.” Desi looked confused, Mike’s defeat carried a hint of fear and recognition, and I was slowly connecting the dots.
“I thought you said that he refused to hurt a child?” I asked Desi, who was currently looking completely overwhelmed by the situation. Lyle was curled up in a ball, head on his knees, shaking. Mike had backed himself up to the head of the bed and was doing much the same. I had protectively stepped myself in front of Lyle and Desi stood, shocked and frozen. She was stroking her long, purple braid and suddenly looked much younger than her 35 years. “What the hell is going on?”
I walked towards Lyle, crouched down beside him and he gave a small nod of permission. I wrapped my arms around him and cradled him as I filled Desi in on the history of the situation. Lyle’s panic subsided as I talked and he looked up at Mike, who remained the shadow of a man against the headboard of the bed. Desi looked sick as I wrapped up the story and looked back and forth from Mike to Lyle, uncertain of what she was supposed to do next.
It was Mike who broke the standoff and spoke to Lyle. “That day changed me.” His voice barely carried to the end of the bed and I could feel the tension building in Lyle’s shoulders as he spoke. “I never forgave myself. I swore I’d never do it again, that I’d never hurt…” He choked back tears and as much as I was hard pressed to believe his declaration, his emotion seemed honest. “I’d rather die than hurt another child.” His voice was barely a whisper.
“Maybe you should.” Lyle was staring directly at Mike who simply nodded his head before lowering it again. At seeing the defeat in the man’s face, Lyle relaxed slightly. He couldn’t seem to bring himself to attack the helpless, and in this moment, curled up on a pillow, Mike certainly appeared helpless. I had a hard time associating this man with someone who had killed Lyle’s wife and daughter.
“I did what he says. I killed them.” Mike had emerged from his curled up state and was looking straight at Lyle. “I did it. He’s not wrong. The Sovereign offered me a place in the world and I followed him without thinking. I had a place with him, a home, respect. I thought he knew everything.” Mike spoke in choppy sentences as though he were trying to organize his thoughts as they came out of his mouth. “I had nothing. He gave me a place. When he brought your family, he told me that you were a war criminal and that they had helped you to round up his followers.”
“She was 8.”
“I was brainwashed. I believed him. He convinced me that you were killing his supporters. I didn’t know. I thought…” He trailed off. “I should have known. I knew after that it was wrong. I knew that no child could harm anyone, that they didn’t deserve it. That you didn’t. But it was too late.” Mike had spent the next year trying to undo what he had done, working secretly to help free prisoners and to try to sneak information to rebels before he’d been faced with the task, once again, of killing a child. This time he refused and the Sovereign had him banished. “I couldn’t do it again.”
The silence in the room was deafening and hung heavy as we all stared at each other, looking for the right thing to say. Lyle finally just stood up and walked out of the room. I looked at Desi and the two of us followed him without saying a word.
CHAPTER 7
We all have to sit with our mistakes and we can’t escape the depth of their scars. As I walked away from the medical center, I wondered how far down the rabbit hole you had to go before your whole existence becomes entirely unrecognizable. How far down in to a twisted wonderland did Mike’s experiences go and how did he keep going with the burdens of his choices? Judging by the weakened man I had seen, he wasn’t living so easily with the choices but how much of his behavior was real? I found myself wondering if he was capable of killing a child, could he just put on an act when it suited him – could he make himself appear weaker than he was? The claim that he was following orders seemed so thin but then again, some of the worst atrocities in history happened because of “following orders.”
I walked out to the street to look for Lyle and found him sitting on the swing set, arms looped around the chains, head hanging low. I stood for a moment, debating whether or not to approach him but before I made the choice, Desi appeared on the swing beside him. She sat there silently, the haunting silence filling the space between them as the swings swayed gently. I felt an undeniable draw to Lyle. I wanted to take him in my arms and convince him that his world wasn’t decaying in front of him but I was frozen by the image of Desi swinging wordlessly beside him. My feet wouldn’t move, even a step felt like a struggle as the iron weight of intrusion bared down. I don’t belong here. The voice in my head that had been silent for so long, crept in with a hissing whisper. I don’t belong here. I’m in the way. Get out. Get out. The pressure in my chest built as I watched with morbid fascination as the woman who was my was my best friend in this new reality somehow gently swept my lover towards her in a moment of comfort. Helpless, I stood as he moved from the swing to his knees and rested his head on her knees and wept. She stroked his head tenderly and whispered quietly to him and I continued to stand frozen. Time moved backwards as I searched, grasped, for some sense of what I was supposed to do. You don’t belong here. Get out. Go. And I did the logical thing. I left.
Time passes slowly in moments of despair and for Lyle time seemed to be moving in reverse. I watched him from a distance as he wrestled with the memories that flooded him. Each day seemed to move him a little further from me and whatever fragments of relationship that had existed were crumbling one little piece at a time. For Lyle the wound was as fresh as the day his wife died and the stages of grief began all over. The handsome doctor became a scruffy, unkempt version of himself. And, I was equally as lost in the fragmented piles of friendship and relationship.
Lost without both Lyle and Desi, I busied myself with the circulars, continuing to look for information from the outside world and when I wasn’t worried, I visited Mike at the hospital. I pushed aside my feelings of betrayal each visit, justifying my choice by telling myself that he would have valuable information. Mike, it turned out was not the monster I wanted him to be. He was incredibly intelligent and could carry on conversations for hours about the works of Shakespeare and Sartre. He told me once that he fully believed that Sartre was right and his current situation was proof. He was living his own existential crisis and coming to accept the idea that, perhaps, hell really was other people.
Where I wanted to find someone heartless and cruel, I was faced with a man filled with regret. While his argument about following orders still rang as weak, I could see that this was not someone who would commit these atrocities of his own volition. He asked frequently of Lyle and with each visit, I could tell him less, nor did I want to. The knowledge that the man who had killed his family was so close by burned him from the inside out. Any time spent with Lyle was becoming less enjoyable and more frightening and haunted by the memories of the chemistry between him and Desi.
My heart ached for Lyle and I longed to find a way to comfort him but each time I tried I was met with resistance and yet, simultaneously, I was pulled by the need to give Mike the absolution that would never come. I couldn’t undo the crimes he’d committed and I couldn’t provide and comfort to either of them. I wandered through my days in a haze of confusion and helplessness. clean yourself up and then I will take you to the employment center. I’m sure we can find something useful for you to do around here.” When I pointed out that I had, in fact, already showered her response was a smirk and “Maybe you should try again.” I glared at her slightly but a trip to the bathroom quickly revealed my need for a second shower. My makeup was smeared down my face, the top-knot I’d tied my hair in had started to fall out and I had pieces of hair everywhere and I was