I put the fourth card below the central stack, face-down as he had asked, while saying, "This is the root." I didn’t have to see i; to know that the card was the Three of Swords. I have used my deck for so long that I can recognize every card by feel alone. I saw three enemies in his past, and a broken heart. "I’m sorry," I whispered. He seemed to understand, though I said nothing of what I had seen.