I never really trusted anybody. It was too hard to believe that they wouldn’t hurt you, too painful when they did. The healer at home, an old, wizened woman with no name to speak of, was my only friend. When I was young, she had read my eyes, and told me that they were meant to trust. Green with sea blue sparkles in them. But I still didn’t trust. I didn’t know how, and more importantly, I didn’t want to. Only the healer was worth it.