"Say it," Cass said. He rested his chin on his knuckles, his ears lifted and pinned back in killing anger but his eyes full of compassion. He wasn't angry at me. He was angry for me. "Tell me." "I wasn't strong enough to fight." My mouth trembled at the corners, the horrors of my life haunting the corners of my vision, as if the memories might spring to life. "But I was strong enough to run. To start over. I don't know how to… fight."
