“He knew, and he didn’t say anything, and now the way he treats me makes perfect sense.” “How does he treat you?” The question catches me off guard. I tighten the blanket, clasping it together below my neck as I try to keep the heat in. “Oh, uhm…I guess he treats me like I’m special. Or, that’s the way he makes me feel, anyway.” “That doesn’t have anything to do with what happened,” he says instantly. “You are special.”
