My heart weeps, demanding answers from my brain. Why? Why did we have to fall for him? Why? my brain replies, like I should already know. Because he’s Ledger Abbott. He’s the moon at midnight, the lifeboat in a hurricane. He’s the reason we’re still breathing. He’s home. Trapped in that cement room, enduring the same continual torture—no one understands what happened in captivity but us. He’s my everything.
