“Help me?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “How many of my father’s orders did you follow before deciding that?” Micah flinched before pressing his lips into a thin line. “I never wanted this.” My laugh was harsh, humorless. “And yet, here you are.” Micah’s jaw locked. “You think this was a choice?” I didn’t answer him. I didn’t think that either of us would like my answer. A long silence stretched between us. Then he sighed. “I’ve been looking for you since the moment I heard you were arrested.”
