He was going to see Sarah in person, and talk to her. He’d considered writing a letter and handing it to her, or—even more timidly—sticking a letter to her door. Or sending her an electronic note. Perhaps even signing it anonymously. However, though such removed tactics had a definite appeal, he knew they’d never satisfy him. And they went against everything he’d decided about himself while he’d been recovering in the burn ward, feeling depressed and useless. He was going to make some changes and become a new man. That meant he had to be open, and honest, and put his whole heart into it. He should trust himself. Not be afraid to look Sarah in the eyes and say what he really felt. He saw her every day and spoke to her about lots of things, why did this have to be any harder? “Sarah, you are beautiful. I really like you,” he said to the mirror. An obese, unconfident face looked back at him, unconvinced. “No, no, not like that,” said Miles. The taller man sat on the chair in Shen’s quarters, his beefy arms were folded.
