I kept you from the sun for a long time when I first got you, do you remember that, little bird? He thought to her. You missed it so badly I kept finding you at the windows, trying to tear the drapes down. Even when you slept at the stained window, I’d find your fingers all curled and scratching at the glass. It didn’t do anything then, but maybe you weakened it little by little that way, and you didn’t even realize it. 