I should have hated him. I should have hated the person in front of me. I should have wanted to cross the room and punch him in the face. I should have wanted to hang him from the rafters with the very rope I’d used to restrain Ceri. I should have wanted to devour the world with my rage. But I didn’t. I ached for him. I ached to go to him, to feel his heart beat against mine, to press my face into his neck and just sob and sob and sob.
