A statement like that did absolutely nothing to satiate Astrid's curiosity, either.

"Why would I freak out?"

It was the sort of question that, once asked, sent a rush of morbid and terrible possibilities rushing through her like an electrical current. The kind that made you almost want to touch the fence again.

"You don't have to," she added. "If you don't want to. I mean, I get it. I don't let people see some of my drawings, either. I'm sure it's good, though."