I got it wrong. I got it so wrong. It’s not that I didn’t believe in you. You had woven your way through my family and friends after all, and they’d told me all about you… as best they could. And I understood…as best I could. But it wasn’t good enough.
The biggest thing I failed to understand was timing. When the worst happened and you didn’t appear, I thought I was safe. If ever there was a time to strike, surely that was it? Imagine my horror months later, on a night like any other, when you pounced…and I finally understood what you were.
Of course, it’s not really important that you decided to show yourself on that day, or that you didn’t show yourself months before. The link was obviou...