I should have seen this coming. I should have known that, under this all, these past years you’ve been building new hate for me, piece by piece. I don’t even know who you are because you have none of me in you. You’re someone else’s. This anger. Your maliciousness. Backwards dealings with me. You’re an orphan from a basket in the middle of the desert. And I took you for no other reason than I needed a sweet face to buy land.[to HW]
