Katelynn stood frozen, hearing Lieselotte ask, "Peri, who is she?" The words hit her like shards of ice, piercing deep, and a wave of darkness swept through her. It was as if her heart was bleeding out from the wound these words had opened. The familiar sting of despair was back, a feeling she'd grown far too accustomed to, like a recurring nightmare. Sadness, Katelynn thought, always comes without warning, repeating itself over and over, devoid of any feeling, just cold and consuming.