better yet , why was i not afraid ? he found silverware in one and candles in another . i said ; my raspy words filled with hate . i urged him off the couch with all my weight . not much , dad , how was your day ? i slid off the sofa and on to my knees in front of him , holding the tiny golden heart in my hand . i carefully stomped on that thought before it pulled my sword out for me . she didnt miss the look or pause long enough to be making up a lie . 