"She is. Sit here and you can read along," he said. Making no other comment, he wrapped his arm around Marius, tucking him him close.

There would be no easing the pain. He had read to Grey, performed for him. But he was an actress. If he couldn't move past the troubles of his own mind to perform, he was in the wrong business.

"Who's there?" he read. "Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself."