“Sorry,” he whispered quickly. “I didn’t mean to react like that.” “Please don’t apologise,” I murmured. “You’ve nothing to be sorry for.” “I wasn’t expecting anyone to…” “Me either. He startled me too.” I looked around the van. “So, do you have a first aid kit?” He shook his head. “Disinfectant?” “Um.” He swallowed hard, then shivered. “How about a cup of tea?” He looked at me then with haunted eyes that made my heart squeeze. “I can make it for you.” I put my hand up and he reflexively flinched, like I was about to strike him. Oh my God.
