It was impossible not to love a man who was willing to go to prison for you, but I’d never thought about the heart of a man who was willing to go to prison for a girl. Because a man like Henning wouldn’t go to prison for just anyone. A family member, certainly. Maybe a friend who’d done or would do the same for him like Bat. But the only reason a man like that went to prison for a girl like me was because, maybe, some part of him considered her his girl. Not romantically, no, but still, something strong like family, family we’d chosen for each other.
