“You were with him, weren’t you? For all those years you were missing.” A tightness formed on Fisher’s face. “I can’t tell you that,” he said. I can’t tell you that. Witnessing the strain around his eyes worsen, some part of me recognized it and knew what it felt like. As if he were trying to resist or push through something. As if he wasn’t in control… And there it was. He wasn’t in control. “You’re bound, aren’t you?” I said, dismayed.
Oh WHAT
