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    All the Colors of the Dark

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    Chap­ter 234 unfolds with Tooms and Saint sit­ting qui­et­ly togeth­er, shar­ing a moment heavy with reflec­tion and soft­ened by the peace that only comes after chaos. Though recent­ly freed from immi­nent death, Tooms appears unusu­al­ly calm, the lines of stress replaced by a dis­tant look of con­tent­ment. His voice, gen­tle and steady, drifts into a mem­o­ry from childhood—one tied to a peace­ful morn­ing in Mon­ta Clare and a dog named Scout. He recalls how that loy­al ani­mal once stood between him and a swarm of bees, nev­er flinch­ing in its pro­tec­tion. Saint lis­tens, silent but atten­tive, as Tooms speaks of the hive and the queen it served—a par­al­lel that does­n’t go unno­ticed. The bees, defend­ing some­thing sacred, remind him of the many young girls he once tried to pro­tect. Though the metaphor is sim­ple, the weight behind it set­tles heav­i­ly in the room, as if Scout’s sac­ri­fice stands for far more than a child­hood tale.

    The con­ver­sa­tion turns gen­tly toward the past, where Saint acknowl­edges that Tooms had, at one point, become a shel­ter for girls who had nowhere else to go. These were girls dis­card­ed by the world, girls who mis­took dan­ger for love, and yet he gave them a place to feel human again. Sain­t’s voice car­ries gratitude—not admi­ra­tion for per­fec­tion, but for the effort he made when most peo­ple turned away. But Tooms, eyes low­ered and voice raspy, does­n’t share the same sense of com­fort. He con­fess­es that not all could be saved, and those that slipped through still haunt him. There were warn­ing signs he missed, voic­es he failed to hear in time, espe­cial­ly when it came to Eli Aaron. The man was a shad­ow mas­querad­ing as sal­va­tion, and by the time Tooms real­ized the dan­ger, the dam­age had already begun. It wasn’t enough to open doors; he should have taught them how to run.

    As they sit in the fad­ing light, Tooms brings up Grace—a name that sends a tremor through both of them. His mem­o­ries of her are tan­gled: moments of laugh­ter, glimpses of hope, and the unbear­able sor­row that fol­lowed her absence. Saint’s face hard­ens slight­ly, not out of anger but a qui­et grief she’s nev­er ful­ly voiced. She press­es Tooms for the truth—not just the details of what hap­pened, but whether he knew the kind of man Aaron real­ly was when Grace entered the pic­ture. Tooms paus­es before admit­ting he sus­pect­ed some­thing but did­n’t act quick­ly enough. He thought Aaron was strange, maybe even dan­ger­ous, but the full extent of his dark­ness only became clear when it was too late. That hes­i­ta­tion, that fail­ure to warn Grace, weighs on him like a stone tied to his con­science.

    Saint responds with a blend of under­stand­ing and qui­et con­fronta­tion. She tells him the past can’t be changed, but own­ing the truth mat­ters. Tooms nods, though his eyes betray the guilt he carries—not just for Grace, but also for a boy named Joseph, who once need­ed more than Tooms was able to give. That mem­o­ry, like so many oth­ers, is etched into the frame­work of his regret. Joseph had poten­tial, but no direc­tion. Tooms had tried, but cir­cum­stances and fear got in the way. Now, all he can do is remem­ber and hope the boy found a path for­ward. The con­ver­sa­tion lingers in that space—between what was lost and what might still be redeemed.

    The chap­ter draws to a close with both of them locked in their own thoughts, but there’s an unspo­ken under­stand­ing exchanged in the silence. The pain, the guilt, and the frag­ile moments of courage—they all blend into a pic­ture of two peo­ple try­ing to for­give them­selves. Nei­ther is per­fect, and nei­ther expects the oth­er to be. But in the qui­et after­math of every­thing, there is room for empa­thy and the slight­est hint of heal­ing. It’s a moment of reck­on­ing, framed not by abso­lu­tion but by shared sor­row. Through their con­ver­sa­tion, the nar­ra­tive offers a pow­er­ful reminder that even those who’ve stum­bled the most still car­ry the capac­i­ty to love, to grieve, and, per­haps, to atone.

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