Margaret’s eyes flashed at Corr. “I am NOT afraid of the ‘dark truths’ about myself. The only way I have to move forward is seeking out and embracing those truths in hopes of transforming them into something brighter.”

She was startled to see a somber softening in Corr’s features, a dampening of the constant hunger and hate scarring his mouth and eyes. “What I am afraid of,” she lowered her voice and defiance, “terrified of, in truth, is facing those truths alone.”