He pauses to look me full in the face, his eyes burning through mine with an intensity that makes my heart flip. I swallow hard, expecting him to launch into a speech about ghosting and revenge, but he cups my cheek. “I spent seven months incarcerated. Longer, if you count the length of my trial. You can’t imagine Death Row. I was surrounded by the shit stains of society, and I’m not talking about the inmates. You were the purest thing in my world.”
