“Kevin was right, Karena thinks, there is grotesquerie here, but it’s not Karena and Charles. It’s Charles’s disorder, the way it reduces a grown man to sobbing panic on the floor. The way it renders Karena unable to feel. The way it takes you by the hand, nodding and smiling slyly, and leads you back to the same old place every time, so just when you think everything might be all right after all, you come home and open a door to a room full of blood.”