Ribs closing on his heart, Will battled internal sirens whose song he couldnt yet decipher. During his childhood, sin had been such an abstract word. It denoted getting your Sunday best dirty and torn, or lying to have your brother punished for things youd done yourself. But now, on the cusp of adulthood, the word seemed to grow and change, to acquire terrifying shades of darkness. He was beginning to understand that there was more to it. That there were things the human body longed for that were infinitely worse than playing in mud and telling fibs.
