Angel. A spiritual being, a messenger of God. God was unwise to send you to him—a gift, a cute angel—to relay his words. Unfortunately, what enters one ear exits the other. You are a prize, a trophy, beautifully displayed in a golden cage. Everything you could wish for, everything he could grant—all he needed was for you to sit pretty and sing at his request. Until you showed defiance. Your resistance annoyed him. He broke your wing. He enjoyed the view of your horror. “Oh, Anon,” he sighed, “Must you leave me so?” He holds your other wing, a warning of what could happen again. “We will never need to talk about this again, yes?”