I don’t know how to react. Instinctively, I want to go to him—to go to my captor and my savior, seeking comfort and safety and I’m not so sure what else—and because it’s the single thing I can think to do, I do it. It’s only as Burns pulls me into his arms, stroking my back as my trembling hands turn to full-body tremors, that it hits me that I never even thought to turn the gun on him while I had the chance.
