Sarah, I finally met Christopher. I met him the day of your funeral. He was evocative and raw and angry, filled to the brim with everything I wanted the pleasure to be exposed to. He was like how you told me, amplified by a thousand. We were both tied together with the uglies that drew you to your last breath, and maybe that was why in 24 hours, it was so hard to pull away. Sarah, I want to tell you about him.