Disgust rippled down the thread between us, his shame an echo of what I’d hoped he’d never have to feel again. What they’d forced him to do wasn’t his fault, and I focused my attention on his face, willing him to see that I did not blame or judge him for those actions in his past. They’d taken from him, and if I survived that maze, I would be sure to take back. His gaze softened as I held it, understanding and love spilling over his features.
