His chest was burning. He had to swallow and breathe through the dull ache. "I am. I try so hard to be a good boy. I forgetty I am sometimes and I get scared too, birdie. I thinks I have to hidey in the wardrobe again. Or cry so quietly. I thinks I so bad that my birdie is gonna go and leave me and be angry with his Wo-Wo. I not like those thoughts, birdie."

"I don't like them either, babes."

"But then I 'member that birdie wants to be Wo-Wo's Daddy. And you not wanna do that if I was a bad boy. And you not get me...