Days went by than weeks. The Book saturated every thought, dream and inclination that Faith happened upon. The words, this story, her story haunted her. Every word, thought, action and deed mysteriously appeared within the book, as if some unknown presence watched, waited.

She could not hope to escape herself. Her own soul appeared before her in black and white. She took to hiding The Book, hoarding it , afraid someone might stumble upon it and learn her inner most secrets.

Dare she use it’s mysterious powers, dare she not?

Fear led to inaction. Inaction to Fear.

The precipice was before her.

She made a wish, a leap of fear and faith, if only to dispel the anticipation.