I crawl over to the broken glass from the porthole, picking up a jagged edge. Wind whistles in through the shattered window as I turn the shard of glass over in my hands. Once upon a time I thought this would be my way out, because I couldn’t live with my regrets. Now I have another regret to add to the pile. Then the door opens. I hold my breath as Ramsay appears. Before I have a chance to take him in, he rushes over to me in a blur of speed and plucks the jagged glass from my hands, grabbing me at the wrists, my hands upturned. He stares down at them, brows furrowed, perhaps worried I’d hurt
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