Luc’s disfigurement, but at the cruelty inflicted by a father on his own child. “Not enough to stop me from being useful. Just from being good at the really intricate details,” he adds. I take his hand and kiss his finger, my heart weeping. None of us, it seems, not even Luc, is free from darkness and pain. “How can you stay with him?” I demand. “He’s a monster!” Luc’s eyes widen and I wonder if he will be angry with me. “He was doing what he thought was right,” he replies. We sit silently, neither speaking. Luc has trusted me with his awful secret. I should tell him,
