From the way that people have always talked about your heart being broken, it sort of seemed to be a one-time thing. Mine seemed to break all the time.
Your superhuman power was to be able not to feel. Is it there inside everybody, this self that comes out while you are in captivity? You become the closest approximation of yourself that can tolerate living there.
Usually when I was alone in the house during the evening, I had to turn on every single light, but I didn't care that night. So what if a hand came out from under the bed and grabbed me? That would be nothing. They say that certain things are going to be terrible and that they are going to destroy you, but they don't. I sat on the side of the bed. It was as if my soul had been frozen, and I waited for it to thaw, in order to get on with life.
