God knows if this makes sense

Is it possible that Kelly knows what happened?

No. No. Three times no. There is no way she can possibly know. I mean, maybe she senses something on me. That’s definitely possible. When you know someone, you know when they may have been up to something out of the ordinary. You can sense something going on. It’s like something under the skin, something moving, crawling, growing stronger and heftier. It’s something that wants what it wants, despite the best of intentions surrounding it. Despite the rules. Despite the you shouldn’t, the these are the boundaries. It doesn’t subscribe to boundaries. It doesn’t believe in rules. It doesn’t hew to what you should or should not do. It is its own hunger, its own seeking of satiation.

What is it about this place that makes me want to cry? Not just a few tears either. No, the sobbing. The wailing. The guts-out show of emotion that you don’t want many people – maybe anyone – see. The soft underbelly of the person we know ourselves to be. That tender, weak spot.