Chapter 30 Facade Of Tears: Jane's Deceptive Ploy

• William Blake held her, whispering comfortingly, "Little girl, let it all out. Crying will make you feel better..."
• Jane threw herself into his arms and wept loudly, her cries hoarse with exertion, her sobs unceasing, the very breath robbed from her chest. Yet, nestled against William Blake where he couldn't see, Jane's eyes were sinisterly wide open. William Blake, keep up your pretense, for one day, I will make sure your end is unbearably grim!
• "Mr. William..."