"Can I ask you something, Ror?" he asks quietly. I look at him warily, but nod. "Did your dad... hurt you?" I take a deep breath and shake my head. "Not in the way you're thinking." "How then?" I'm silent for a few moments. The car is in park, in the middle of the street, empty on a weeknight. "He didn't protect me. He didn't help me. He blamed me..."
