“Gideon.” He flinched and stopped, but didn’t look back. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m so sorry for all of it.” Finally, he glanced at her, and the wounded look on his face pierced like a knife. Above the heavy plink of the rain, she heard him say, “So am I.” He strode off as the cold iron bit her bare ankles, and the locks clicked into place.
