It was a gigantic betrayal. She is indeed a traitor.

She always tried to be a mediator, a bridge-builder.

She approached me and asked what she could do to help me work in my district. It was not a typical north Dallas thing to do.

He, who had done more than any human being to draw her out of the caves of her secret, folded life, now threw her down into deeper recesses of fear and doubt. The fall was greater than she had ever known, because she had ventured so far into emotion and had abandoned herself to it.

The worst pain in the world goes beyond the physical. Even further beyond any other emotional pain one can feel. It is the betrayal of a friend.

To me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal. You see, I could conceive death, but I could not conceive betrayal.