When developing a character, I mine the dark places in my psyche to shine a flashlight into unlit corners. For we are seldom simply who we are; we are who we think we are, who we tell others we are, who we tell ourselves we are, and more.  Our identities seem to reside in the gray spaces between masks the world requires of us.  In Who Can Know the Heart, Sara, Soren, and Henry wear masks that hide fear, shame, sorrow, and so on. Henry, especially acting as Wizard, is overly self-confident hiding his lack of confidence; his pride often hides shame and self-loathing. Soren dwells in the gray areas between masks she wears to hide the truth about Sara’s father. Her self-reliance often masks self-doubt. And Sara’s own face is little more than a tissue-thin trace on which she wears multiple masks, one hiding the other.