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His gazehis jeans As soon as he’s down to his black boxers, he comes to the bed, pulls back the covers, and slides in next to me

I don’t hesitate to quickly shuffle over to his side This day started out so daood And went south so damn fast

“What’s going on in the shed?” I ask him

“We’re torturing Herrin’s right hand for information,” he answers flatly, no hesitation at all

“Okay,” I state si he doesn’t elaborate

Blowing out a breath, I peer up at hi on the curve of my waist

“Go to sleep I’ll stay in here with you until the others get here”

I shake ht now I’m afraid I’ll dream”

He runs his other hand throughto face me a little better “You froze because you were back there…back to the day your parents were killed in the explosion,” he says softly

My brow furrows “How’d you know th—”

“I was in a hospital fro my fucked up head They kept hts on all the time the first year, because when it was dark, I was back inestion”

I s the lump in h he’s not opening up his darkest secrets for me

“So it stopped when you were ten?” I ask hie, that’s all I can figure

“No,” he says, sighing “Only the pain stopped at ten It took et out of that place mentally”

Even though I don’t want to push him, I still ask him, “What happened? Why were you in the hospital?”

“They realized I needed the psych hen they were tending tofor the light to stay on I never got ht in the hole”

“The hole?” I ask shakily

He goes on, his tone still flat, as though this is just any conversation “The hole is what I called it It was a cellar with no s The ground was dirt, and I had a small hole I slept in for three years At least on unchained days”