Like a cold draft from the crack in the lintelthe day of the killing keeps creeping back in; making my heart beat faster, unbidden. All the things I tried to avoid by covering my eyes at the movie theater again and again rush up now, in the quiet moments when I’m there in the dark rocking my son to sleep. Or in those other moments of ordinary things wiping a dish dry, or standing dripping wet after a shower. There is nothing left for me to do but dance off kilter to this new song until I turn the floor boards to tinder and the room becomes suddenly warm with compassion.