“Cathy, you burn like a candle in the dark.” Victor titled up my face with his fingers. “All your life, people are going to see that, even from far away, even in the middle of the night, and they are going to come to you.” He touched my damp cheek, still wet with tears. I could feel my skin flushing against his fingers, “They are going to want to add your light to theirs,” he said “And every night ends, and then it’s morning, and the sun comes up.”
