May 5

 "You're caught, BC" he said, a voice from the dark, or something like it. An indescribable void which could be like a sound wave in space bouncing indefinitely.  It echoed that way. 

What he wanted to do was kill my confidence. I'd felt so self assured. Caught, like a little animal in a net. Caught red handed. Playing the martyr. Playing the fool.

"It's not gonna work out fer you, Mary"