 I wrapped it up in the prettiest package when I was a girl. Bows and ribbons on fancy paper. And the man I thought was the most beautiful man in the world, he took those hopes and sent them away as a wedding gift to someone else. I know, Miss Hafer. May you never have to feel what it feels to want something more than anything in the world. And not only is it ripped from you, but then it's exposed as poison. The kind that'll kill you. I know, Miss Hafer. What do you know?